The Distant Crown
The hum of the ventilation system in Sub-Level Four is not a sound so much as a pressure, a low-frequency vibration that settles in the marrow of your bones and refuses to leave. You are sitting in the sterile white light of the Interrogation Chamber, the surface cold against the back of your hands, your fingers laced together in a knot that feels like a noose. Across from you sits Dr. Aris...
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