The Wistful Campus

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The morning shift began with the counting of the ink pots, three dozen of them, each filled to the brim with a black so deep it seemed to pull the light from the room, and you, Elias, were responsible for ensuring none had leaked into the ledgers that lined the shelves of the headmaster’s office. You were twelve years old, small for your age, with hands that trembled only when you thought about...

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