The Wistful Campus

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The feast was not of food, but of light, a blinding, liquid gold that poured from the sky and pooled in the hollows of the ancient, moss-eaten stones of the Keep. We stood in a circle, twelve of us, the Wardens of the Threshold, our hands clasped before us, our breath visible in the sudden, unnatural chill that had settled over the courtyard. The air tasted of ozone and crushed violets, a scent...

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