The Wistful Campus

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The rain had turned the high desert into a slurry of red clay and black mud, a thick, sucking paste that pulled at Elias Thorne’s boots with every step he took, and the cold air bit through his tactical vest, settling deep into the joints of his shoulder where the ache from last week’s patrol still lingered like a low-grade fever. He stood at the edge of the ravine, the barrel of his service...

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