In the hallowed halls of St. Alden’s, where marble floors gleam under the gaze of marble gods, two scholars strip away the...

In the hallowed halls of St. Alden’s, where marble floors gleam under the gaze of marble gods, two scholars strip away the day’s burdens—one’s back arched like a bowstring, the other’s fingers tracing the curve of sweat-slicked muscle.

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