The Wistful Campus
The cold started in the tips of your fingers, a sensation like holding an ice cube that had been left out in the sun until it began to sweat, and it did not recede. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border patrol agent in the fog-choked town of Oakhaven, and you wanted the promotion that would finally silence the whispers about your father’s disgrace, a stain that had followed you from the...
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