The Wistful Campus

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Act I "Entry: 14th of the Month of Long Shadows. The kerosene is gone. The night is long." Ivana Tsiklauri sat at the edge of the bed, the bone comb resting in her lap, its teeth missing like a row of fallen stumps. The chill rose from the cellar floor, a physical weight that pressed against her shins, colder than the wind outside. She was fifty-two, and her hands, once strong enough to break a...

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