The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-18 03:38:14 -

I dreamt of my hands again, or rather, I dreamt of the absence of them, a phantom sensation where the digits should have been, curling around a hilt that was not there, a void in the flesh that mirrored the void in my soul, a hollowing out that was as precise and surgical as the cuts I had once made in the field, as clean as the silence that follows a gunshot in a library, a silence that is not...

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