The Distant Temple
The alarm screamed. Not a sound. A vibration. A tectonic shift in the air pressure of my office. I was already up. My hands were shaking, but my fingers were steady on the keyboard. I typed the override code. I felt the weight of the cursor blinking. It was a metronome for my heart. I am a Junior Data Analyst for the Ministry of Cognitive Stability. My job is simple. I watch the feeds. I sort...
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