The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-20 05:08:53 -

The broth was too thick. It clung to the spoon like wet fur. I stood in the center of the Great Hall, the steam rising in spirals that distorted the faces of the judges. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The pot was iron, black and scarred, sitting on a pedestal of white marble. It was the only thing in the room that did not smell of rot. "You may present your work, Master Elric," said...

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