The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-18 18:35:08 -

The iron tasted of rust and old blood. It was a taste I had carried in my mouth for twenty years, a metallic tang that lingered long after the duel was over. I stood in the center of the courtyard, the rain hammering against the stone floor, slicking my tunic to my skin. Across from me, the Master of the Guild, Sir Arthur Pendelton, held his blade low. His eyes were not on my sword. They were...

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