The Wistful Campus

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The reflection in my breastplate did not move when I did. I stood before the polished steel, checking the alignment of my epaulets, expecting the familiar, cold glare of the metal to return my gaze with its usual dull indifference. Instead, the eyes in the reflection were older. They were the eyes of a man who had already lost. I was Elias, thirty-two, a Captain in the Royal Guard, and I wanted...

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