The Golden Myth
The fluorescent lights in the sub-basement of the municipal archive hummed with a frequency that Margaret felt in her teeth, a low, persistent thrum that seemed to vibrate the very marrow of her bones as she adjusted the humidity sensor on the climate control unit. "The readings are drifting again," she said, her voice thin and reedy in the sterile air, staring at the jagged line of data on the...
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