The Wistful Campus

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The ink bled into the parchment not like a liquid soaking into fiber, but like a bruise forming under skin, spreading a dark, wet halo that swallowed the letters I had just written with a speed that made my stomach lurch. I stared at the smudge, my fingers trembling slightly against the edge of the oak desk, and felt the familiar, cold prickle of the temporal bleed rising in the joints of my...

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