The Distant Joke
The air in the Great Hall of Aldenmere Academy was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of old stone sweating under the weight of three centuries of history, and you sat at the high table, your fingers tracing the cold, rough grain of the oak, feeling the pulse of the institution thrumming beneath the floorboards like a sleeping beast that had only...
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