The Wistful Campus

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Fritz Zeringue wiped the ink from his thumb against the hem of his coat, the black stain spreading like a bruise under the dim gaslight of the workshop. He was twenty-four, a junior archivist in the High Court, and his hands were busy pinning a page of the Chancellor’s ledger to the wall. The page was damp. It smelled of iron and ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat, distinct...

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