The Wistful Campus

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The hall smells of damp wool and old beeswax. You are standing in the center of the refectory, holding a silver tray that weighs more than your arm. The candles are tall. They burn with a steady, yellow light that makes the stone walls look like the inside of a skull. Around you, the students sit in rows. They are young. They are pale. They eat with the slow, deliberate focus of people who know...

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