Every university carries itself.
But not every university is capable of it.
Every wall listens, remembers.
Every page forgets.
It buries everything deeper and deeper.
Every truth leads to a lie,
A lie buried under those forgotten pages.
It rewrites itself.
Not the way we want but the way,
The page wants.
The first would scream,
The second would whine,
The third would cry,
The fourth would be calm,
And the fifth?
Silent...
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The Nineteenth
FanfictionBlackthorn University was beautiful from the outside. It's ivy-covered stone buildings, vintage halls and it's prestigious reputation made it every student's dream. But behind those elegant walls lay a secret no one dared to speak of. Every year o...
