The Wistful Campus
The wind did not howl, not truly; it screamed, a high-pitched, metallic shriek that vibrated in the teeth and rattled the very marrow of the bones, a sound that seemed to be generated not by the air moving through the stone arches of the old keep, but by the stones themselves, grinding against one another in a slow, tectonic protest, as if the fortress were a living creature suffering from a...
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