The Wistful Campus

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The house was full of smoke. It hung in the air, thick and grey, smelling of wet wool and old wood. I sat in the corner. My hands were still. They trembled only when I looked at them. The party was loud. Voices clashed like glass. I watched the light bounce off the chandelier. It spun. It cut the dark. I am Elias. I came here from the coast. The sea is far away now. The air is dry. It bites the...

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