The Wistful Campus

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Chapter One The fog rose from the river at dusk, thick and physical, pressing against the glass of the St. Jude’s Academy rotunda. Silvio Palermo stood in the center of the circle, his hands resting on the cold stone of the railing, watching the mist erase the world beyond the walls. He was thirty-two, a garrison commander with a fine that could only be paid in labor, and he held the charter to...

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