The Wistful Campus

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The stone hummed. It was a low, grinding vibration that started in my molars and traveled down the spine, a sound that existed only when I looked directly at the shadows in the corners of the High Hall. I stood before the High Priest, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of pale light that cut through the stained glass. Arthur was dying in the...

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