The Wistful Campus

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Thorne. The voice came from the doorway, sharp and thin in the damp air. Elias straightened, his back against the cold stone wall of the barracks. He did not turn around. He knew who it was. It was Corporal Halloway, checking the headcount for the morning drill. The light through the high, narrow windows was gray and flat, the kind of light that made the mud outside look like wet ash. Elias...

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