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Thatcher's Fate
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2026-04-11 08:00:20Fenris's Perspective
The antique clock on the wall of the fraternity’s private study ticks with a slow, agonizing rhythm that feels like a heavy iron hammer striking an anvil inside my skull.
Tick. Tock.
10:52 AM.
Eight minutes.
I sit in a wingback leather chair, my heavy combat boot bouncing against the hardwood floor with a restless, feral energy I can't suppress. The room smells of stale beer, expensive cologne, and the lingering, musky sce
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