The Wistful Campus

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The bellows of the pneumatic press hissed a long, dying exhalation, a sound that cut through the thick, sulfurous air of the workshop like a blade through wet wool, and Elias stood at the center of the chaos, his small hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the iron gauntlet he was trying to pry off his own forearm, the metal fused so tightly to the flesh beneath...

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