The Distant Nightmare
I woke with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue, the phantom weight of a concrete wall pressing against the back of my skull as if I were still buried, still trapped in the narrow, lightless corridor of the basement where the servers hummed their cold, mechanical lullaby, a sound that had become so indistinguishable from my own blood rushing in my ears that I could no longer tell...
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