The Faded Chronicle
The server hummed, a low, constant vibration that David felt in his teeth, a frequency that seemed to bypass his ears and settle directly into the marrow of his bones. It was the sound of the facility itself, a subterranean cathedral of glass and steel buried beneath the manicured lawns of the state capital, a place where the air was scrubbed clean of dust, of scent, of anything that might...
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