The Distant Promise
The fluorescent lights of the Sterling Institute for Cognitive Restoration hummed with a frequency that Elias Thorne had long since stopped hearing, a constant, low-voltage drone that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of his bones rather than his ears. It was three in the morning, the hour when the institution shed its pretense of human warmth and revealed its skeletal, clinical architecture....
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