The Wistful Campus

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The mud of the King’s Hall was cold and thick, sucking at Elias Thorne’s boots as he stood in the center of the great stone floor. He clutched a rolled parchment in his right hand, his knuckles white, the wax seal cracked and flaking under his sweaty grip. Around him, the courtiers of the High Justicar watched with expressions that ranged from boredom to open contempt. Elias was twenty-four,...

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