The Road to Bologna

POV: Elara.

The air in the dorm felt suffocatingly heavy that restless morning. It was the kind of oppressive, unyielding weight that settled deep in your lungs, practically warning you that the fragile peace you had managed to build was about to shatter. I felt it in the stagnant breeze that barely rustled our thin curtains, in the uneasy stillness of the small room, and in the frantic, erratic