The Wistful Campus

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The feast was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of containment, held in the great hall of the Ironwood Citadel where the air tasted of stale wax and the metallic tang of old blood. Margery stood at the edge of the long table, her uniform pressed and immaculate, the brass buttons reflecting the dim light of the tallow candles that flickered against the high, vaulted ceiling. She was a...

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