The Wistful Campus

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The air in the great hall of Ashworth Manor tasted of stale beeswax and old blood, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of the throat. It was the night of the Midwinter Feast, a ritual so entrenched in the village’s marrow that even the ghosts seemed to lean in from the shadows, hungry for the warmth of the hearth fire. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head of the long oak table, his armor...

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