The Golden Echoes
The fluorescent lights of the County Probation Office hummed with a low, insectile drone that seemed to vibrate directly in the marrow of David’s bones, a physical weight that pressed against his temples and clouded the edges of his vision. He sat in the plastic chair, the one that creaked under his shifting weight, staring at the water-stained ceiling tiles where the paint had bubbled and...
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