The Wistful Campus
The air in the Undercroft tasted of copper and ancient dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elara’s throat as she pressed her ear against the cold, unyielding stone wall of the cellar, a space that existed beneath the cobblestones of the old university town, a place where the shadows did not merely fall but pooled like dark water, thick and viscous, resisting the faint, sickly glow of...
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