The Distant Whispers

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The air in the breakroom of the Halcyon Institute for Cognitive Preservation tasted of burnt coffee and the metallic tang of old fear. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat, a physical weight that sat heavily on the chest as I stared into the black pool of my mug. The steam rose in lazy, twisting ribbons, dissolving into the sterile, fluorescent hum of the room, but...

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