The Wistful Campus
Chapter One The frost had come early, a September chill that settled into the joints before the heating permits were issued. I stood before the glass in the corridor of the archive ship, my breath fogging the surface, and waited for my reflection to catch up. It did, three seconds later, but the face that emerged was not mine. It smiled before I did. I am Gro Isdahl, twenty-four, a junior...
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