The Distant Legend
The alarm does not ring. It screams. A jagged, electronic shriek that tears through the pre-dawn silence of the processing center, vibrating in the teeth of everyone on the floor. You are already standing. You are always standing. The fluorescent lights flicker, buzz, and then stabilize into a harsh, white glare that exposes every smudge on the linoleum, every crack in the wall, every shadow...
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