The Wistful Campus

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The banquet hall of the Ashworth Institute for Natural Philosophy was a cavern of gold leaf and stale wine, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the sweat of men who believed they had outwitted God. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the periphery of the marble floor, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted the collar of his velvet doublet, not from cold, but from the...

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