The Faded Road
The fluorescent lights of the administrative wing hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a low, electric thrum that mirrored the arrhythmia fluttering in his chest, a mechanical heartbeat replacing the organic one he had possessed for seventy years. He sat in the plastic chair, the kind used for visitors in holding cells, his hands...
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