The Faded Frontier

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The fever hits you first. A spike. A spike. A spike. You are in the white room. The tiles are cold. Your feet are bare. The air smells of bleach and copper. You are a man. You are a weapon. You are broken. "Sir, you need to sit." The voice is thin. It belongs to Miller. He is young. He is afraid. He holds a clipboard. The clipboard is a shield. "Sit down, Thomas." You do not sit. You stand....

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