The Wistful Campus

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The mist did not smell of rain, but of old iron and wet ash. It pressed against the stone walls of Blackwood Keep, a living thing that breathed against the mortar, seeking the cracks we had failed to seal. I am Elias, thirty-two years old, a soldier of the Northern Watch, and I am trapped here with Mara, my wife, in the winter of our son’s first year. We had come to the keep to survive the...

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