The Wistful Campus
The ink on the parchment is still wet when you notice the smell, a cloying sweetness like overripe peaches left in the sun, which is wrong because it is winter and the castle is cold. You are standing in the Great Hall of Eldoria, a place that exists in the folds of a dream, a realm of mist and stone where the laws of physics are suggestions rather than rules, and you are here to find the...
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