The Wistful Campus

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The taste of copper and old rain sat heavy in Cael’s mouth, a metallic tang that had no place in the world of stone halls and parchment scrolls. He opened his eyes to the grey, suffocating silence of the Infirmary, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and the sweet, rotting perfume of overripe pears. It was the Hall of Whispers, this place, where the young knights of the Order of the...

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