The Wistful Campus

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The mortar is crumbling, and you are the one holding it together. You stand on the precipice of the old stone gate, the wind tearing at your tatters like a hungry dog. Below, the village of Oakhaven sleeps in a grey shroud of fog, but here, in the ruins of the Great Hall, the air tastes of iron and rot. You are not a ghost, though the villagers say so. You are Eleanor, the daughter of the...

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