The Wistful Campus

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The silver ring sat heavy in my palm, its surface worn smooth by the grip of a dead man. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the workshop’s high, narrow windows, watching the dust motes swirl in the shafts like suspended ash. The metal was cold, colder than it should have been, and it seemed to pull the warmth from my fingers, a sensation that matched the chill settling in my...

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