The Distant Ghost
You wake in the white room. The air is sterile, tasting of ozone and old paper. You are standing in a corridor that stretches endlessly in both directions. The walls are smooth, seamless, made of a material that looks like bone but feels like cold steel. There are no doors. There are no windows. There is only the hum. A low, electric thrum that vibrates in your teeth. You remember the flight....
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