The Wistful Campus

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The heavy oak door of the High Hall groaned under the weight of the morning, a sound like a bone cracking, before it settled into the silence of the corridor. I stood before the polished surface of the great shield that hung upon the wall, my reflection staring back at me, distorted by the curvature of the steel and the years of dust that had settled in the crevices of the etched lion’s mane....

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