The Wistful Campus

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The porcelain thumb snapped off first. You caught it in your teeth, tasting the chalky dust and the copper tang of your own blood, as the rest of the hand lay in the dust bin, humming a low, sick note that vibrated in your molars. It was 1924, and the Millhaven Municipal Library smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into the lining of your lungs like soot. You were Elias,...

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