The Wistful Cipher
The Great Hall of the University of St. Aldhelm was not merely a room but a living organism, breathing out the heavy, damp scent of ancient stone and the sharper, metallic tang of fear. It was a place where shadows pooled in the corners like spilled ink, and the air hung thick with the unspoken weight of centuries, a tangible pressure that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow...
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