The Wistful Campus

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"You hold the file steady, or it slips." Dong Ma woke with the taste of rust on his tongue, the steam pipes above his bunk hissing a low, continuous note that sounded like a dying animal. He was twenty-two, a cadet at the Ironworks Academy, and the ink on his official service ledger was fading. He traced the name of his father, Ma Zhen, with a trembling finger. The letters were thinning,...

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