The Wistful Campus

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The needle hovered above the vein, trembling with a fine, rhythmic spasm that had nothing to do with the patient’s pulse. Elias held his breath, the cold steel of the syringe biting into his palm, while the fluorescent tube above the bed flickered with a dying, arrhythmic buzz. The air in the infirmary smelled of boiled starch and old pennies, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of his coat...

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