The Wistful Campus
The fire started in the attic, or so the initial report claimed, but Elias knew better. He knew the smell of it before he saw the smoke, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat and made his eyes water. It was the scent of old paper meeting oxygen, of secrets burning bright and fast. The dormitory stood at the edge of the university grounds, a brick monolith that had seen a...
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