The Wistful Campus
The fog in Oakhaven does not lift; it merely thins, revealing the rot beneath the moss. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and your hands shake not from the cold but from the hunger that has hollowed your belly for three months. The council meets in two days, and if you do not present the final sector of the valley, you will lose your position, your home, and the only life you have...
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