The Wistful Campus

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Thorne, come here. The voice came from the shadow of the archway, low and gravelly, cutting through the damp chill of the scriptorium. Elias Thorne straightened his spine, the weight of the heavy oak chair pressing against his lower back as he rose. He walked toward the Abbot, his footsteps muted by the thick layer of dust on the stone floor. The air in the room was thick with the smell of old...

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