The Wistful Campus

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The bread was warm. It smelled of yeast and old dust, a scent that had no place in the sterile, silver halls of the Academy. Elias held the loaf in his hands, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of knowing. He was a scholar, a keeper of the Word, but for the first time in his life, he understood that knowledge was not a shield. It was a blade. And he was cutting...

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