The Wistful Campus

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Chapter One I was scraping the last of the grease from the signal lever when the glass shattered. It was a sound like a bone breaking in a quiet room, and it stopped the world. I stood there, my hand still on the cold iron of the lever, looking out through the broken pane of the Great Hall. The afternoon light, thick and still, poured in over the jagged edges of the stained glass, illuminating...

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