The Wistful Campus

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The glass shattered. Not with a bang, but a whisper. A thin, high-pitched shiver that cut through the humidity of the July afternoon. Elias stood in the center of the workshop, holding the jagged remains of a lens. It had been his masterwork. A piece of ground quartz, polished to a clarity that seemed to hold the light itself. Now it was nothing but glittering dust and sharp edges. He dropped...

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