The Wistful Campus

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The iron gate shuddered under the weight of my hands. Cold. Rusted. Unyielding. I pressed my forehead against the metal. It bit into my skin. I did not pull away. Beyond the bars, the palace stood. Stone. Grey. Eternal. It breathed. Or perhaps it did not. Perhaps I was the one trembling. The air tasted of ozone. And old blood. I was the Keeper. The lowest rung. The silent hand. My name was...

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