The Wistful Campus
The bus groaned against the gravel, its engine coughing a black plume that was instantly swallowed by the grey. Elias Thorne stepped off, his boots sinking into mud that felt less like earth and more like wet ash. He was thirty-four, a border patrol agent with a decade of service and a promotion waiting in the mail if he could secure the compliance of Oakhaven. The town lay ahead, a cluster of...
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