The Faded Apartment
The fluorescent lights in the sub-basement of the Sterling Corporate Tower hummed with a frequency that I could feel not in my ears but in the marrow of my bones, a low, electric thrumming that seemed to sync with the erratic, terrified fluttering of my own heart. I stood in the center of the open-plan workspace, a vast, sterile expanse of glass partitions and ergonomic chairs that looked like...
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