The Wistful Campus

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The smell of the kitchen was not of cooking, but of preservation. It was a thick, cloying scent of rosemary and rendered fat that hung in the air like a heavy curtain, settling into the wool of Thomas’s tunic and the stone of the walls. He stood before the great copper vat, his hands submerged to the wrist in the brine, the cold biting into his skin even as the heat radiated from the steam...

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