The Golden Cellar
The alarm did not ring. It screamed, a high-pitched digital shriek that tore through the sterile silence of the containment ward, shattering the glass of the observation window before the security team could even key in their biometrics. You stood in the center of the room, your hands raised not in surrender but in the precise, calibrated geometry of a ward, your fingers tracing the invisible...
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