The Wistful Campus

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I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was thick. It was cold. I looked at my hands. They were clean. Too clean. Where is the ink? I sat up. The room was stone. Gray. Rough. The air smelled of damp wool and old rot. I knew this place. I knew the weight of the silence here. I knew the way the light died behind the windows. I am the Inquisitor. I remember that. I remember the title. I...

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