The Wistful Campus

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The departure was not announced by trumpets or the clatter of hooves on cobblestones, but by the slow, rhythmic creaking of the ancient oak door as it swung inward, exhaling a breath of cold, damp air into the sanctuary of the hall. Margaret stood at the threshold, her hand resting on the rough-hewn wood, feeling the grain shift against her palm like the skin of a sleeping animal. Behind her,...

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