The Wistful Campus

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"Is it the rot?" asked Thomas. He held the branch up. It was pale. It was dry. It crumbled under his thumb. "Look at the grain," said the Magistrate. His voice was flat. It was cold. "It is not rot. It is age. It is the way of things." Thomas did not drop the wood. He gripped it tighter. His knuckles were white. The wood splintered. A small shard cut his palm. He did not flinch. He did not...

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