The Wistful Campus

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The hands were gone. I knew this before I opened my eyes. The morning light in the dormitory room was thin and grey, cutting through the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. I reached for the bedside table, my fingers brushing the cold wood, expecting the familiar weight of a wristwatch, the callous of a pen, the softness of skin. There was nothing. Just air. I sat up, the sheets pooling...

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