The Faded Dust
The fluorescent lights of the sub-basement archive hummed at a frequency that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. It was a sound you had ceased to hear years ago, a white noise so constant it had become the background of your existence. You sat at your desk, a narrow sliver of laminate amidst the towering shelves of gray boxes, each one stamped with a date and a classification code....
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