The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 12:11:30 -

The iron box sits on the desk in front of you, cold and unyielding, a slab of dark metal that seems to drink the fluorescent light of the office rather than reflect it. You have sat here for three hours, or perhaps three days, time has become a viscous fluid in this windowless room on the fourth floor of the Department of Civic Order, and your fingers are numb from gripping the edges of your...

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