The Wistful Campus

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The train did not run on steel rails but on a bed of compressed, bruised violets that hummed against the wheels with a sound like distant grinding teeth. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat by the window, his uniform pressed to a razor’s edge, the brass buttons catching the pale, opalescent light of a sun that hung too low and too red in the sky. In his lap, he held a tin can. It was dented, rusted at...

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