The Wistful Campus
The gavel struck the mahogany podium with a sound like a bone breaking, sharp and final, echoing off the high vaulted ceilings of the university senate chamber. Dr. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the faculty. He was a small man, his clothes ill-fitting as if he had...
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