The Wistful Campus

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The thermometer read ninety-nine point four, the second reading in as many days. Elias Thorne sat on the cracked tile floor of the greenhouse, counting the hours since the sun had last touched the glass. Fourteen hours. The light now was a thin, grey sheet, stretched tight over the valley. He coughed, a wet, rattling sound that shook his ribs, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The...

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