The Wistful Campus

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The oak tree stood at the edge of the clearing, its branches stripped bare by the frost, looking less like a living thing and more like a skeletal hand reaching up to grasp a sky that had long since forgotten how to weep. I remember the way the light fell on its bark, silver and cold, and how it seemed to absorb the sound of the world, leaving only a hollow, ringing silence in its place. We had...

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