The Wistful Campus

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The elm tree stood in the center of the square. It was ancient, its bark a map of deep fissures, its leaves a dull, persistent green. It did not fall. It did not wither. It simply existed, an immovable fact in the shifting geometry of the city. Elias watched it from the window of the café. His coffee was cold. The foam had collapsed into a brown, bitter sludge. He did not drink. He was not...

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