The Wistful Campus

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"You’re bleeding, Elias." The voice was soft, barely a whisper against the hum of the old ventilation system. It belonged to his brother, Julian, who stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, holding a glass of water. Elias looked down at his hand. A thin line of crimson traced the vein of his wrist, weeping onto the dark oak floorboards. He had not felt the cut. He had not felt anything,...

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