The Distant Whispers

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The air in the sub-basement of the Ministry of Civic Integrity tasted of ozone and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coated the back of Martin’s throat as he leaned over the haptic interface, his fingers trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the data stream cascading across the curved glass. "Are you sure about this, Martin?" The voice belonged to Elias, who stood...

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