The Distant Blade
The fluorescent lights of the archive room hummed at a frequency that you had long since stopped hearing consciously, a low, electric drone that vibrated in the marrow of your bones, a constant reminder that you were still here, still bound to the dust and the decay of the institution that had swallowed you whole. You were sitting at your desk, the one with the cracked laminate surface and the...
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