The Wistful Campus

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The fog rolled in off the moors like a slow, grey tide, eroding the sharp edges of the stone walls that bordered our domain. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, my fingers tracing the cold, damp mortar of the pillar. It was not a castle, not truly, but a collection of ancient, interlocking structures that had been carved out of the earth by generations of scholars who believed that...

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