The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-20 02:13:41 -

The rain fell like a verdict. I stood in the mud. My hands were raw. The wood was wet. I struck again. The axe bit deep. A splinter flew. It caught my cheek. I did not bleed. I felt nothing. Only the rhythm. Strike. Pull. Strike. Pull. The forest was ancient. Older than the church. Older than the stone walls. The trees were twisted. They looked like old men. They looked like us. I was Elias. I...

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