The Wistful Campus
The tower stands against the sky like a broken finger, pointing accusingly at the grey expanse above. You see it in your sleep, not as a dream but as a bruise that won’t heal, a persistent ache in the corner of your vision. It is the observatory at Blackwood Academy, a stone monolith that has watched over the valley for a century, indifferent to the students who pass below, indifferent to the...
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