The Wistful Campus

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The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and stale wax, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the marrow of your bones as you sat at the long oak table. You were the Scholar, the keeper of the university’s ancient texts, a man whose hands were perpetually stained with ink and whose eyes had grown dim from years of bending over parchment. The Dean sat at the head of the table, a...

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