The Distant Affair
You walk into the room. The air is stale. It tastes of dust and old paper. You are not supposed to be here. You are the anomaly. The thing that does not fit the mold. You are a spirit bound to a place that no longer exists in the physical world. Or maybe it does. Maybe it is just a server room. A cold, humming box in a basement. You do not care about the physics. You care about the object. The...
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