The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-17 15:13:00 -

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of iron and old dust. Elara pressed her palm against the cold stone. It was cold. Too cold. She had come here to find the source of the rot. The rot was not in the walls. It was in the people. Specifically, it was in Julian. Julian was her friend. He was the only one who still looked her in the eye. The others avoided her. They spoke in low voices when she...

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