The Wistful Campus

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The candle gutters in the draft, its flame shrinking to a pinprick of orange light that barely holds back the dark of the scriptorium. You are Elias, and your hands shake so violently that the quill slips between your fingers, scratching a jagged line across the vellum that you must now hide beneath a wash of gold leaf. It is the fourth hour of the night, and the hunger in your belly has become...

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