The Wistful Campus

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The dream did not arrive as a vision of light, but as a taste, a distinct and metallic sweetness that bloomed on the tongue like a bruise breaking open in the dark. It was the flavor of the honeyed thyme that had been preserved in the clay jars of the old monastery, a substance that had sustained the monks for centuries and was now, in the waking world, a relic of a time when the land was known...

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