The Wistful Campus

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The air in the briefing room was thick with the smell of stale beer and cheap cigar smoke. Elias Thorne stood near the back, his hands clasped behind his back, watching his mentor, Old Miller, wave a plastic cup in the air. Miller was sixty, his face a map of sun damage and bad decisions, but tonight he looked young. He was laughing at something a younger agent had said, a sound that scraped...

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