The Wistful Campus

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The wet stone of the barracks floor bit into Elias Thorne’s cheek as he pinned the recruit’s wrist to the ground. Elias was forty-two, and his left knee screamed with a sharp, grinding pain that had nothing to do with the struggle and everything to do with the years. He had served for twenty years in the Iron Gate Garrison, a fortress carved into the limestone cliffs of the English coast, where...

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