The Wistful Voyage
The university bell did not ring so much as it choked, a metallic groan that seemed to tear the air in half before the sound could fully resolve, a discordant scream that silenced the bustling quad below. I stood in the high window of the Archive, watching the students scatter like sparrows from a struck nest, their laughter dissolving into the sudden, heavy quiet that followed the disaster. It...
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