The Wistful Campus

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The fever broke at dawn, though the air in the cloister remained thick with the scent of boiled hemlock and stale incense. Julian sat on the edge of his narrow cot, his limbs feeling less like flesh and more like wire, taut and humming with a terrible, electric potential. He was a scholar of the natural order, a man who had spent three decades cataloging the rigid laws of decay and growth, yet...

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