The Faded Apartment
The bell in the tower did not ring at noon, as was the custom of the University, but it tolled at midnight, a deep, resonant groan that vibrated through the stone floors of the Hall and settled into the marrow of the bones of those who remained awake. Professor Elias Thorne stood in the center of the refectory, a place that had once hosted feasts for kings and is now a dusty relic of a dead...
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