The Wistful Campus

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the outpost, a relentless, gray heartbeat that matched the rhythm of my own failing pulse. I sat in the chair by the window, my hands folded over the grip of my sidearm. The leather was worn smooth by years of service. The metal was cold. Outside, the town of Oakhaven lay shrouded in a mist so thick it erased the...

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