The Wistful Campus

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The rain had been falling on Blackwood Hall for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the moor and the windowpane. You stood in the workshop, the air thick with the metallic tang of nitric acid and the sweet, cloying scent of the peculiar ink that defied the laws of nature. It was Thursday, and the final plate of the *Wistful Campus* series was still blank, a...

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