The Wistful Campus

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The ironworks dormitory at thirty-one of Lantern Yard did not sleep, it waited. Hillechien Terpstra, a constable of thirty years with a pension that depended on the next twelve months of flawless service, pressed his ear against the cold brick of the sealed corridor. The hum was there, a low-frequency thrum that vibrated in the marrow of his left leg, a sensation he had long since mapped to the...

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