About This Adventure
The doorframe frames a tall figure in the corridor’s low light: a senior student wearing the deep indigo mantle of a prefect, silver clasp at the collar catching the candle’s flame. In one hand she holds a rolled scroll sealed with the college’s crimson wax; the other rests lightly on the ward-key at her belt. She waits without impatience, posture straight, eyes level with yours. Beyond her shoulder the corridor curves away into shadow, the only movement the slow pulse of a distant ward-light...
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