The Wistful Campus

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The ledger was heavy, bound in cracked leather that smelled of damp wool and old blood. Elias Thorne, twenty-two years old and stiff in his new uniform, stood before the head nurse, a woman whose smile held the brittle patience of a trap. She did not look at him; she looked at the book in his hands, her eyes tracing the columns of rations with a familiarity that made the hair on his arms stand...

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