The Wistful Campus

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The dream was a vast, sterile white room, colder than the winter air that usually bit through the walls of the old abbey, and in the center of this infinite, echo-filled expanse stood a single, unadorned table upon which rested a porcelain bowl, cracked down the middle, leaking a substance that shimmered with the iridescent, viscous quality of mercury but smelled distinctly of rotting rosemary...

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