The Wistful Campus
The fluorescent lights in the examination room hummed with a low, persistent drone that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sound that had become the background noise of his existence over the last six months, replacing the comfortable silence of his study with the sterile, institutional roar of a place where time was measured in appointments and dosage schedules. He sat...
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