The Wistful Campus

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Act I Dariush’s hands were already black when the Abbot found him. He had been copying the last line of his brother’s unfinished manuscript, the ink wet and slick, when the script shifted. It did not dry. It moved. The letters stretched, pulled taut like wet leather, and formed the shape of a face. Dariush saw his own eyes in the wet pigment, terrified and wide. He dropped the quill. It...

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