The Distant Legend
The fluorescent lights of the detention center hummed a low, electric note that seemed to vibrate directly against the fillings in my teeth, a persistent, mechanical drone that had long since ceased to be background noise and had instead become the very frequency of my existence, a constant reminder that I was a component in a larger, indifferent machine, and I sat on the edge of the narrow...
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