The Wistful Campus

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The Governor’s office smelled of beeswax and old paper, a scent that seemed to preserve the silence of the room. I stood before the desk, my boots scuffing against the Persian rug, and watched the Governor sign a document with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who owned the air itself. He did not look up. "Public order, Lieutenant Thorne," he said, his voice soft as silk. "Your sister’s...

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