The Distant Journey
The room is a sterile cube of white tile and polished steel, a purgatory suspended in the humming quiet of the sub-basement, where the air tastes of ozone and old copper. You stand before the glass, your reflection fragmented by the grid of the surveillance cameras overhead, a ghost haunting its own perimeter. They have dressed you in the uniform, the heavy wool of the investigative division, a...
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