The Faded Alibi
The fluorescent lights in the Department of Administrative Integrity hummed at a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in the molars, a low, persistent thrum that Margaret Holloway had learned to interpret as the sound of her own obsolescence, a mechanical heartbeat that replaced the one she used to feel when she walked the cobblestones of the old city before the borders hardened and the...
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