The Wistful Campus
Act I Ashok Patel, junior clerk at the imperial courier station, woke with the taste of iron and ink in his mouth, clutching the tarnished brass compass his father had left him. The nightmare had been of drowning in a sea of black liquid, but the waking world was sharper, colder, and far more immediate. I sat up in the narrow bed of my rented room, the light from the window already turning the...
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