The Wistful Campus

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The mirror cracked. It was a thin line. A hair. It started at the top left corner, near the frame’s gilded edge. It ran down. It stopped halfway. Elias saw it. He did not blink. He stood before the glass in the small office of the Dean of Humanities. The room smelled of old paper and lemon polish. The light was gray. It was late afternoon. The sun was dying behind the ivy. The mirror was not...

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