The Wistful Campus
The fog did not roll in; it arrived with the quiet, suffocating certainty of a verdict, sealing the gates of Oakhaven Academy and erasing the world beyond the stone walls. Elias, twelve years old and serving as a junior scribe, stood in the scriptorium with his hands trembling, not from the cold, but from the weight of the small, iron key hidden in his sash. He had spent three years copying the...
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