The Wistful Campus

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Vimala Banerjee pulled the shuttle through the warp, the wooden tool slicing the air with a sound like a dry cough. Her fingers, thickened by years of tension and callus, moved with a rhythm that had long outpaced her thoughts. In the chill of the night warehouse, the hum of the ventilation fans was the only constant, a low drone that vibrated in her molars. She needed three more rows of indigo...

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