The Wistful Campus

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"Look at it, Thomas. Do you see how it breathes?" The voice belonged to Dr. Aris Thorne. He stood at the edge of the precipice, his coat flapping in a wind that smelled of ozone and wet iron. Behind him, the city of Aethelgard did not sit on the earth. It hung. Bridges of spun glass connected towers that floated in a void of perpetual twilight. The air was thick, viscous. It pressed against the...

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