The Distant Wound
The hum of the ventilation system in the Atrium was not merely a sound but a physical pressure, a low-frequency thrum that settled in the marrow of the bones and suggested a constant, inescapable presence of the State, which maintained that our individual bodies were not our own but rather leased assets of the collective infrastructure, a bureaucratic truth that I had spent the last three years...
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