The Distant Metropolis
The concrete floor of the detention center hummed with a low, electric thrum that I could feel vibrating through the soles of my heavy boots, a frequency that seemed to bypass my ears entirely and lodge itself directly in the marrow of my shins, where it settled like a second, colder heart. I stood with my back against the cold, unyielding steel of the observation room door, my hands clasped...
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