The Wistful Campus
The arrow strikes the stained glass before you can finish the sentence. It shatters the pane above your head, raining cold shards onto the parchment, and you do not flinch. You are Elias, twenty-four, a scribe in the High Court of Aethelgard, and your hands are steady even as the world outside the windows screams. The War of the Shattered Crown has been besieging the city for three weeks, and...
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