The Wistful Campus
You look at the watch in your palm, the silver tarnished by years of sweat and neglect, and you wonder if the mechanism is broken or if it is simply refusing to move forward with you. "Officer Thorne, your presence is required in my office. Immediately." Captain Miller’s voice carried through the breakroom door, flat and devoid of inflection, cutting through the hum of the refrigerator and the...
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