The Distant Clue
The building was a tomb of glass and steel, a monolith that swallowed the light and spat it back out in sterile, blue-white strips. You stood in the atrium, the floor beneath your heels cold and unyielding, watching the elevators rise and fall like the breathing of a giant. You were here to be dismissed. That was the plan. That was the story you had written in the margins of your notebook...
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