The Wistful Campus

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You wake in a room that smells of wet stone and old iron. The walls are not plaster but rough-hewn granite, damp with a cold that seems to seep into your marrow. You are wearing a tunic of coarse grey wool, itchy against your skin, and your feet are bare on the cold floor. You try to remember how you got here. The last thing you recall is the rain lashing against the window of your office in...

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