The Wistful Campus
The celebration for the completion of the medieval herbal restoration was held in the college’s main hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the damp, earthy smell of the stone walls. You sat at the head of the table, your hands resting flat on the linen, fingers spread wide to hide the tremor that had become a constant companion. You are Elias, thirty-two, a junior archivist who...
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