The Wistful Campus

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Act I Was it the cold, or was it the weight of the debt? Mirsada Minasyan stood at the gate of the walled monastery school, her breath hanging in the air like a thin, grey thread, and watched the causeway below rise and fall with the tide. She was twenty-four, and the stone walls of the institution loomed above her, ancient and indifferent, built by hands that had long since turned to dust. The...

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