The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-19 17:49:39 -

The hand was cold. Not the chill of winter stone, but the wet, heavy cold of something long submerged in deep water. I held it up to the flickering candlelight in the high tower. The fingers were long, pale, and unnaturally still. The skin had lost its sheen. It looked like wax that had begun to melt, then frozen again. I am a seeker of truth. Or at least, I was. I tell myself this now, as a...

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