The Wistful Campus

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 04:02:14 -

The feast was held in the Great Hall of the manor, a structure so old its stones had turned to dust and memory, the air thick with the smell of roasted lamb and ancient dust that clung to the velvet curtains like a second skin. I stood at the edge of the table, my hands trembling slightly as I watched the guests pass the silver platters, their faces illuminated by the flickering candlelight...

0 Comments 0 Shares 6 Views 0 Reviews