The Wistful Campus
The iron gate was not locked, which was the first wrong thing, and the second was that no one was there to stop him, which meant the silence had already eaten the castle, or perhaps the castle had eaten the silence, and now they were the same thing, a hollow chime in the wind that rattled the teeth of the stone. He walked up the path, the gravel crunching under his boots like the breaking of...
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