The Distant Garden
The fluorescent lights of the Department of Ethical Compliance hummed with a frequency that seemed to drill directly into the marrow of your bones, a sound so pervasive and static-filled that it had become less a noise and more a texture, a gritty layer of sandpaper rubbing against the inside of your skull as you sat across from Director Halloway. He was a man constructed of sharp angles and...
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