The Faded Frequency

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The banquet hall is a cathedral of noise and oil. The air is thick with the scent of burnt ozone and stale coffee, a heavy fog that clings to the back of your throat. You sit at the head of a long steel table, surrounded by men in grey jumpsuits. They eat with mechanical precision, their forks scraping against porcelain in a rhythm that mimics the hum of the servers in the basement. You do not...

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