The Wistful Campus

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"You have no right to stand in my courtyard, you woman." The words hung in the cold air, sharp as the frost that had crept over the rice terraces that morning. I stood in the mud of the besieged monastery, my sword broken in my hand, the steel snapped clean through like a dry twig. Above me, the abbey’s ancient oak split down the middle with a sound like a bone breaking, a long, shuddering...

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