The Wistful Campus

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The glass shattered against the stone floor. It was a small sound. A sharp crack. Then silence. Elias stood in the center of the Hall. He held the other half of the mirror. It was jagged. Heavy. It cut his palm. He did not feel the pain. He only felt the cold. The Hall was not a room. It was a lung. It breathed. The walls were made of fog and old paper. The air tasted of chalk and iron. He...

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