The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-18 11:10:14 -

The ice was cracking. I heard it before I saw it. A sharp snap. Then another. The sound of the lake breaking apart. I was on the pier. My boots were wet. The water was black. It was cold. Colder than air. Colder than thought. My father stood at the edge. He did not look at me. He looked at the water. He held a bucket. He was an old man. He was strong. He was dying. "Come," he said. His voice...

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