The Wistful Campus
The dream was always the same: a cathedral of dust and silence, where the great central dome of the Heidelberg library floated, unsupported, in a void of grey fog. Elias Thorne woke in his small room in the city, the cold air of the autumn night pressing against the windowpane, his hands trembling not from the chill but from the visceral, architectural horror of a structure that defied gravity...
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