The Golden Echoes
The pill was small, white, and unremarkable, sitting on the tongue like a piece of chalk before it dissolved, and as it did so, the sterile, fluorescent hum of the University of Chicago’s Department of Ethical Compliance began to bleed into a low, resonant thrum that vibrated in the marrow of the bones, a sound that was not heard so much as felt, a tectonic shift in the atmosphere that stripped...
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