The Wistful Campus
The dream was always the same, a suffocating descent into a library where the shelves bowed under the weight of unspoken apologies, the ceiling groaning until it surrendered to the floor in a cascade of dust and paper. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of chalk in his mouth, the phantom sensation of falling still clinging to his limbs, and he knew with a visceral certainty that the central...
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