The Wistful Campus

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The name Elias Thorne was not spoken in the dark, but the weight of it hung in the air, a heavy, damp thing that settled on his shoulders like wet wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the mud of the breached wall, his hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of his sword, the leather slick with sweat and the cold, persistent mist that had been coiling around his boots since midnight. He was...

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