The Wistful Campus

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The rain hit the asphalt like a static charge. Elias stood at the corner. He watched the water drip from the eaves. It fell in a steady, rhythmic line. Each drop struck a puddle. Each strike made a small, hollow ring. He counted them. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. His hand rested on his hip. The bone there was sharp. It pressed against the skin. It was a point of leverage. A point of pain. He...

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