The Wistful Campus

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I had counted the vials of iron gall ink, the reed pens cut to a fine point, the sheets of vellum stretched and dried, and the hours remaining until the solstice, and I found the arithmetic of my survival to be precise and unforgiving. I was thirty years old, a scribe of modest renown in the monastery of St. Jude’s, and I wanted only to finish the chronicle of the valley’s harvests before the...

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