The Wistful Campus

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Havor Eland remembered the weight of the ledger before the taste of the wine. I The banquet hall smelled of roasted fat and damp wool. Thirty-one of the Bellfounders' Walk echoed in the creak of the floorboards underfoot. Chancellor Vrek stood at the head of the table, his voice smooth as oiled brass. He praised Havor’s diligence. He praised the quiet order of the archives. He did not mention...

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