The Wistful Campus
The static in Elias’s head was a physical weight, a low-frequency hum that rattled the teeth in his jaw. He checked the digital log on his tablet, but the screen flickered, the text dissolving into a smear of black pixels before reassembling itself into nonsense. It was Tuesday, and he needed this report filed by Friday to secure his transfer to the administrative wing. The air in Cell Block C...
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