The Wistful Campus

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The bell above the door chimed, a sharp, thin sound that cut through the heavy air of the workshop. Elias did not look up. He was focused on the lapel of a charcoal wool coat, his fingers working a tiny, almost invisible buttonhole. The fabric was thick, dense, and smelled of lanolin and old dust. It was a good coat. It would last. "Is he in?" The voice was high, strained, carrying the specific...

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