The Wistful Campus

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The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it merely thickened, a grey wool that strangled the cobblestones and the gaslights alike. You sat at the workbench in the back of the tailor’s shop, your fingers numb from the cold, the needle blurring as it pierced the hem of a gentleman’s coat. You were twenty years old, Elara, and you wanted nothing more than to stop stitching other people’s lives together...

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