The Wistful Campus
The building was dying, and no one seemed to care enough to stop it. It stood at the edge of the city’s financial district, a brutalist slab of gray concrete that had once been a temple to order and efficiency. Now, it was a husk. The windows on the upper floors were shattered, jagged teeth against the skyline, letting the wind whistle through the hollow corridors. The air smelled of wet...
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