The Wistful Campus

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Act I The air in the break room tasted of damp wool and stale coffee. Ernst Braun sat on the plastic chair, his hands trembling around a cup that had gone cold. He was twenty years old, a piano tuner with a student loan that bled into his father’s medical bills, and he was terrified of the silence. Outside, the first real dark of autumn pressed against the window, a physical weight that made...

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