The Wistful Campus

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The varnish is wet, Elias. You are bleeding into the wood again. I looked up from the bench, my hands stained amber to the wrist, and found Julian staring at me with a look I did not like. It was not the look of a student; it was the look of a man assessing a structural failure. I wiped my palms on my apron, the cloth already stiff with old resin and sweat, and returned to the cello. The autumn...

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