The Wistful Campus

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The air tasted of iron and ozone. Elara struck the ground. Her boots dug into the wet moss. She did not breathe. She could not. The thing before her was not a beast. It was a wall of gray fog, shaped like a man, but wrong. Too tall. Too thin. It had no face, only a void where eyes should be. "Run," a voice whispered. Elara did not run. She pulled her sword. The blade was cold. It had always...

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