The Wistful Campus

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"You cut it too deep, Arthur." The voice was soft. A whisper. It came from the dark corner of the nursery, where the shadows pooled thick as tar. Arthur did not look up. He stood over the crib. His hands shook. Not with fear. With precision. He held the scalpel. It was small. A surgeon’s tool. Cold steel. It gleamed under the single candle. The flame flickered. It died. Then it returned. "I had...

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