The Wistful Campus

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The quill in my hand trembled, not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor of the King’s Chancery, but from the sudden, violent heat that was already gathering in my palm. I had spent the better part of the morning hunched over the parchment, my eyes burning as I transcribed the final clauses of the petition for my father’s estate, a document I had crafted with the precision of a...

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