The Wistful Campus

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The mud was black and slick, sucking at their boots with a wet, greedy sound. Thomas stood at the edge of the clearing, his hands trembling not from cold but from a rage that had calcified in his chest over three long years. Before him stood the stone. It was not a building, not yet, but the foundation of one. A skeleton of timber and rough-hewn granite, rising from the hillside like a broken...

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