The Wistful Campus

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Act I The parade ground smelled of wet iron and the sour rot of rationed grain, a smell that clung to the wool of every coat as the miners filed out for the morning shift. Radmila Georgiev stood at the edge of the mud, her hands clenched around the hilt of a sword that was no longer hers, watching the bailiff’s men haul the cart away. The town was waking up, the work bell of the rival yard...

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