The Wistful Campus
You are seven years old. The castle is not made of stone. It is made of ink. The walls are black. The floor is black. The air is black. You are small. You are white. Your name is Elias. You are a scribe. You are the lowest of the low. You serve Master Aldric. Master Aldric is the King of Words. He sits on a throne of parchment. He holds a quill of bone. You write. You write until your fingers...
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