The Distant Nightmare
The fluorescent lights of the administrative wing hummed a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate directly against the inner ear, a persistent and mechanical itch that could not be scratched, and Margaret Holloway sat in her ergonomic chair, the mesh of which had worn thin over the lumbar curve, feeling the sensation that her own spine was slowly dissolving into the plastic, that the...
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