The Wistful Campus

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The wall was breathing. I could feel it. A slow, tidal expansion of brick and mortar, pressing against my spine like a living thing. I was pinned in the corner of the library annex, the air thick with the smell of old paper and ozone. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From rage. "Let go of it," I hissed. The words tasted like copper. Silence. Then the whisper of fabric. I turned. Eleanor...

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