The Wistful Campus

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The quill felt heavy in my hand, the wood cold and slick with sweat. I held it over the page, but the ink had already moved. It pooled in the lower left corner, a dark bruise spreading across the parchment like a slow leak. I did not look at it. I knew if I watched, it would stop. The estate was silent except for the wind rattling the loose shutters, a dry, wooden clatter that sounded like...

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