The Wistful Campus

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The ink was still wet. Elias wiped his thumb against the hem of his shirt, leaving a dark, jagged smear across the white cotton. He leaned over the reading table, the smell of decaying vellum and old dust hanging heavy in the air, a scent that usually soothed his nerves but now made his stomach turn. The glyph sat in the margin of a fourteenth-century psalter, fresh and black against the faded...

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