The Pale Shadows
The notification arrived not as a chime, but as a low, subsonic hum that vibrated in the marrow of your sternum, a frequency calibrated to bypass the auditory cortex and strike directly at the limbic system’s deepest fear centers. You were sitting in the sterile white void of the Atrium, a space that was technically located in Zurich but existed ontologically in the Interstitial, that thin,...
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