The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-19 23:16:33 -

The frost on the windowpane was thick enough to scrape with a coin, a white crust that hid the world outside in a blur of grey and indigo. I held the trowel in my hand, the wood handle worn smooth by generations of hands before mine, and I felt the familiar ache in my knuckles, a dull throb that seemed to beat in time with my own heart. "You’re late, Arthur," said my father, his voice thin and...

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