The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-18 08:20:20 -

The hall is warm. Too warm. You smell the roast pork. It hangs in the air like a thick fog. You are hungry. Your stomach twists. A hard knot. You look down. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From fear. The sword at your hip is heavy. It pulls your coat down. You adjust it. You breathe. In. Out. The feast is loud. Laughter echoes. It bounces off the stone walls. They are high. They are old. They...

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