The Wistful Campus

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The gate was iron. It was old. It was rusted. Captain Elias Thorne stood before it. The sun was high. It was hot. The air tasted of dust. It tasted of metal. "Open," Thorne said. The voice was low. It was rough. It was tired. Inside, the wall was high. It was stone. It was gray. It stood in silence. A man appeared in the archway. He wore a coat of black wool. It was fine. It was clean. It shone...

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