The Pale Echo
The fluorescent lights of the forensic audit firm hummed with a frequency that seemed to bypass your eardrums and vibrate directly in the marrow of your bones, a low, persistent drone that had become the background radiation of your professional existence for the last six years. You sat at the corner of the open-plan office, a space so vast and empty it felt less like a workplace and more like...
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