The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-24 10:35:11 -

The cart wheels groaned against the gravel as I hauled the last crate of lime into the yard of the Abbey of St. Jude. The air here was thick, tasting of wet stone and old iron, a weight that settled on my shoulders before I even set down the load. I had come back to this place, twenty years after my father had driven me out with a curse and a broken rib, to prove that my hands were still worth...

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