The Faded Masquerade
You stand in the center of the atrium, a vast, sterile void of polished concrete and suspended glass, the kind of space that was designed by architects who had never felt the weight of a human heartbeat or the suffocating humidity of a trapped breath, and you are the only living thing in it, a speck of dust dancing in the artificial light that hums with a low, electric frequency, a frequency...
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