The Wistful Campus

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The bread was stale. It sat on the counter like a dead thing. Elias looked at it. The crust was hard. The crumb was dry. He reached for it. His hand shook. Not from cold. From fear. The room was bright. Too bright. The glass walls let in the light of the city. It was a city without a name. It was a city of glass and steel. It was a city of power. Elias stood in the kitchen. It was a high place....

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