The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-24 08:17:22 -

The moss was on the ledger again. I looked down, my fingers hovering over the ink-stained pages of the 1954 student registry. The green patch had spread from the margin of the page, creeping under the binding, pulsing with a wet, rhythmic throb that matched my own heartbeat. It was not mold. Mold did not have a pulse. It did not itch. It felt like a living skin, warm and damp, pressing against...

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