The Wistful Campus

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It began, as it always did, with the hum of the loom, a rhythmic thrumming that vibrated in the marrow of Eleanor’s bones, a sound that was less an auditory sensation and more a tactile weight pressing against her eardrums, a low-frequency drone that seemed to emanate from the very floorboards of the library where she sat, surrounded by the dust motes that danced in the pale, winter light...

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