The Wistful Campus

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The bell did not ring. It shattered. One moment, the old bronze chime on the clock tower hung in the gray dawn, silent and heavy. The next, a crack like a gunshot split the morning air. A shard of metal, no larger than a coin, fell through the glass of the administration office window. It struck the oak desk. It bounced. It rolled to a stop at the feet of Professor Elias Thorne. Elias did not...

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