The Wistful Campus

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The feast was cold. You remember the smell. Stale roast. Rotting apples. The heavy, wet scent of unwashed wool in the great hall. You sit at the long table. Your hands are still. They are placed flat on the wood. You do not eat. You watch the candles. They gutter. They dim. The air is thick. It presses against your skin. You feel the weight of the stones above you. The castle is old. The mortar...

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