The Distant Whispers

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"You're late," the voice said. It wasn't a question. It was a fact, cold and hard as a steel bolt. I looked up from the desk. The fluorescent lights hummed a low, sick note in the air. I was still in my uniform. The fabric was stiff, dried sweat marking the back of my neck in dark, ugly shapes. My hands were shaking. I tried to stop them. I pressed them flat against the table, but the tremor...

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