The Wistful Campus

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The feast was not held in a hall of stone, but in the hollow of a world that breathed. You sat at a table carved from the heartwood of a single, petrified oak, surrounded by the silent, armored figures of the Order of the Silver Veil. The air smelled of roasted pheasant and ozone, a scent that had no place in the medieval twilight that hung heavy over the landscape outside the windowless...

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