The Distant Nightmare
The building did not breathe, but the air inside it hummed with a low, electric tension that pressed against the eardrums. It was a sterile white, the kind of purity that felt aggressive, a brightness that stripped the color from the faces of the men and women who moved through the corridors. They wore suits that cost more than most people earned in a month, and they spoke in sentences that...
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