The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass, a persistent, grey smear that blurred the world outside into a watercolor of rust and mud. Elias stood in the center of the faculty lounge, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of a mahogany table. He was not fighting a man. He was fighting the silence that had settled over the room, a silence so thick it tasted of copper...

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