The Wistful Campus

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The mist in Oakhaven did not rise; it pooled, a thick, grey soup that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the soles of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots as he marched toward the garrison. He was thirty-two years old, with a face that had been weathered by a decade of service and a spine that had not yet learned to bend, and he carried the weight of a promotion that felt less like a reward and...

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