The Wistful Campus
Chapter One Order is a debt that never balances. Siiri Lehtonen stood before the mirror in the precinct’s locker room, the glass vibrating faintly from the lorry reversing outside, its beep a metronome for her final shift. She was thirty-four, a number that felt too young for the weight of the uniform she wore, yet old enough for the ache in her knees to have become a permanent tenant. The...
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