The Wistful Campus

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The sky tore open not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a vacuum sucking the air from the lungs of the world. I stood on the ridge, my uniform mud-caked and stiff with dried blood that was not entirely my own, watching the horizon dissolve into a grey, swirling mist that defied the logic of the weather I had spent a decade...

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