The Wistful Campus

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The dream was always the same: Julian standing in a field of grey, wind-bent pines, his breath misting in the cold air, looking at Elias with eyes that held no anger, only a deep, exhausted resignation. Elias woke to the sound of his own joints popping, a dry, rattling sound that seemed to come from inside his bones, and the first thing he knew was the smell. It was wet earth, deep and loamy,...

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