The Wistful Campus

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The feast was a riot of gold leaf and burnt sugar, a suffocating tapestry of wealth that hung heavy in the air of the manor’s great hall, where the chandeliers cast a light so artificial it felt less like illumination and more like a judgment. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your fingers buried deep in your lap, the fabric of your gown a stiff, silent witness to your own...

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