The Wistful Campus

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The cold in the workshop was a physical weight, pressing against my chest, settling into the joints, demanding movement. Master Aldous stood by the vat, his back to me, his shoulders hunched under the strain of holding the cloth taut. "Elias," he said, his voice flat and dry as the sawdust on the floor. "You are late." I did not answer. I could not. My hands were trembling, not from the chill,...

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