The Wistful Campus
The rain fell on the stone. It was a cold, gray rain. It washed the dust from the road. It soaked the earth. It was the only thing moving. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. The mud clung to them. He pulled his cloak tighter. The wind bit through the wool. He was a man of the law. He wore the silver ring of the Sheriff’s office. It sat on his thumb. It was cold. It was smooth. It was the only...
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