The Distant Legend

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The coffee was cold. It had been cold for an hour. Margaret stared at the surface. Ripples. She touched the desk. Cold plastic. The fluorescent lights hummed. A low, persistent drone. It lived in her teeth. It lived in her bones. Room 4B. Sector Seven. The air tasted of ozone and dust. She blinked. The cursor blinked back. Beep. Beep. Beep. A heartbeat. Not hers. It was too fast. Her hands were...

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