The Wistful Campus

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The bell rang, a sound like a cracked bone in the stillness. It was the Hour of Ashes, the time when the shadows in the cloisters stretched long and thin, reaching for the ankles of the students like grasping fingers. Silas stood in the center of the refectory, his hands bound by chains of silver that were warm to the touch. He was a man made of regret and old stone, a scribe who had spent...

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