The Wistful Campus
The bell that hung from the iron hook in the courtyard of the Ashworth manor did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged, metallic shriek that tore through the thick, humid air of the high summer evening, signaling the arrival of the Inquisitors from the distant capital, men whose armor was polished to a mirror shine that reflected the terrified, pale faces of the household staff, men who...
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