The Wistful Campus

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The road to the Abbey of St. Jude was a ribbon of mud that wound up the side of a jagged hill, the kind of place where the air tasted of iron and old rain. Elara Vane, twenty-four years old and hollowed out by three months of waiting for a letter that never came, stepped out of the cart and into the mist, her boots sinking into the wet earth with a sound like a sigh. She carried a single...

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