The Wistful Campus
The glass ceiling did not shatter with a scream, but with a sigh, a long, exhaled fracture that ran from the center of the atrium down to the polished marble floor below. Elias watched the fissure spread, a jagged vein of white light cutting through the translucent dome, and felt a strange, cold peace settle into his bones. He had been waiting for this moment for three days, or perhaps three...
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