The Wistful Campus

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"You are bleeding." The voice came from the air. It did not come from a mouth. It was a hum, low and resonant, vibrating in the hollow of my chest. I looked down. My hands were wet. Red. Thick. The fabric of my sleeve was dark and heavy. I did not feel pain. I only felt the weight. "Stop," I said. My voice sounded thin. Distant. Like a radio signal from a dying station. "Stop," the air...

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