The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-23 13:44:05 -

The hardtack was dry. It tasted of dust and old stone. Elias Thorne chewed slowly, the crumbs sticking to his teeth, while the boy across the table stared at the empty plate with a hunger that seemed to pull the air from the room. "Eat," Elias said. His voice was rough, scraped raw by the damp of the manor. Kael did not move. His hands were thin, the knuckles swollen, resting on the scratched...

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