The Wistful Campus

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Elias. The name hung in the cold air of the cellar, heavy and wet, like a damp rag dropped on the stone floor. He woke with the taste of river silt on his tongue, his fingers curled around the hem of the sheet as if trying to anchor himself to the bedframe. The dream had been the same for three months. A bridge of grey stone, crumbling at the center, spanning a gap so wide the water below...

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