The Wistful Campus
"You are still here." The voice is low. It scrapes against the silence of the room. You do not turn. You know who it is. Sergeant Miller stands by the door. He does not look at you. He looks at the wall. The wall is bare. It has been bare for weeks. You keep your hands on the table. Your knuckles are white. The wood is cold. It bites into your skin. You feel the pain. It is real. It is the only...
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