The Distant Joke
You stand in the vast, echoing atrium of the Meridian Institute, a place where the air is always too cold and the silence is a heavy, woven thing that presses against your eardrums like deep water, and you are waiting for the verdict that will end your life as you know it. You are young, though you have begun to feel the first, subtle fraying at the edges of your years, a creeping suspicion...
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