The Wistful Campus

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The bone was not in the earth, but in the marrow of my own silence, a jagged shard of ivory that had long since shattered the hollows of my ribs. I remembered the feeling of it, the cold, brittle snap that had echoed not through the air, but through the centuries of stone and shadow that comprised the Hall of Whispers. It was a place where time did not flow but pooled, stagnant and deep,...

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