The Wistful Campus

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The seal broke. It was not a sound. It was a sensation. A cold pressure behind the eyes. I held the parchment. The ink was black. The lines were straight. I am the Warden. I stand in the hall. The stone is old. The torches burn low. The air smells of wax and sweat. I am thirty years old. My hands are steady. They have always been steady. I am the law. I am the order. I hold the key. The door...

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