The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-19 18:07:35 -

You are holding the bird. It is dead. The feathers are not blue, as you once thought, but a dull, dusty grey, like ash. They are soft. They are cold. Your fingers are wrapped around the small, broken body. The ribs snap under your thumb. A sound like dry twigs breaking in winter. You do not drop it. You hold it tighter. The pain in your hand is a sharp, bright thing. It cuts through the fog....

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