The Wistful Campus
The bell tower of St. Jude’s Academy did not ring at dawn, as it was supposed to, but instead remained silent, a hollow throat that had forgotten how to scream, standing stark against the bruised purple sky of the early morning, while you stood in the chapel, your hands bound not by rope but by the sheer, crushing weight of the expectation that had been placed upon your shoulders since the day...
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