The Distant Summer
The room was cold. The air tasted of dust and old paper. Silas sat in the corner. He did not blink. His eyes were wide. They reflected the fluorescent lights. They buzzed like trapped flies. He was not human. Or at least, that is what the file said. He was a Class-4 Anomaly. He was a mistake. The walls were white. The floor was gray. There was no window. There was only the door. And the man in...
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