The Wistful Campus

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The leather creaked as I pulled it tight across my waist, the frayed edges biting into the wool of my tunic. I looked at the three conscripts standing in the center of the barracks, their faces pale and hollow, waiting for a command that would seal their fate or free them. "You are to go," I said, my voice low and steady, though my hands trembled slightly against the cold stone table. "The...

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