The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-19 00:46:50 -

The hall smelled of roasted venison and old wax, a heavy, cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat like a film of oil. I stood at the edge of the long oak table, my uniform pressed into sharp, cold lines, feeling the weight of the iron signet ring on my finger. It was a heavy thing, cold as the stone it was carved from, and it bore the initial of my father. Around me, the students...

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