The Wistful Campus
"Put the pen down, Arthur. You are shaking the ink." Professor Halloway did not look up from his ledger, his fountain pen scratching a steady, rhythmic line against the paper, a sound that seemed to absorb the rest of the archive’s silence. Arthur Penhaligon stood before the desk, his hand still raised, the quill trembling slightly in his grip, the tip hovering over the vellum of the...
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