The Wistful Campus
Brendan Gallagher woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and a dull, throbbing ache along his left shoulder blade. He lay still, counting the cracks in the plaster ceiling, waiting for the dream to release its grip on his muscles. The white corridors of the nightmare had been endless, a labyrinth of institutional purity where every door was locked from the outside, but now the reality of...
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