The first light of dawn spills through arched windows as he silences the alarm—another day of ink-stained parchment and...

The first light of dawn spills through arched windows as he silences the alarm—another day of ink-stained parchment and whispered debates awaits. The weight of knowledge, or perhaps just the weight of the blankets, lingers. #dormitory #muscle

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