The Wistful Campus

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The rain tasted of iron and old leaves. "It’s done," said Elias. He stood in the doorway of the police station, his uniform soaked to the bone, the fabric clinging to his ribs like a second, heavier skin. "The files are burned." I looked up from the desk. The wood was scarred with decades of coffee rings and pen marks. "You did it?" "I had no choice." His voice was low, a rumble from the bottom...

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