The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-18 07:13:14 -

The gate was heavy iron, cold against your palms. You had walked for three days to reach the Institute. The air here tasted of damp stone and old ink. It was a place built for eternity, or so the architects claimed. You were a clerk. A scribe of the lower order. Your hands shook as you pulled your cap low. The mist swallowed the road behind you. There was no going back now. The interior was a...

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