The Wistful Campus

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The ink had not yet dried on the parchment when the bells of the citadel began to toll, a deep, resonant thud that seemed to vibrate through the very stones of the scriptorium. I looked up from my desk, where the quill lay suspended, its tip trembling with the last drop of iron-gall. Across the room, Master Aldous was already on his feet, his robes swirling around him like dark water. He did...

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