The Wistful Campus

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The ink was dry. That was the problem. It was dry and cold and it sat on the parchment like a scar that would not heal. Elias held the letter up to the light of the single tallow candle. The flame flickered. The shadow of his hand danced against the stone wall of the scriptorium. He was a scribe. He was a man of words. But he had no words for what had happened to his daughter. She was gone. Not...

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