The Wistful Campus

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The crystal sat on the oak table, a shard of quartz no larger than a thumb, pulsing with a cold, rhythmic light that seemed to breathe in time with Thomas’s own labored breath. He stared into it, and the reflection staring back was not his own; it was a skeletal caricature, a grinning skull with hollow eyes that mocked the flesh he had spent thirty-five years tending. "You are a vessel for the...

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