The Faded Masquerade

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The fluorescent lights of the processing center hummed with a frequency that you had long since stopped hearing as sound, perceiving it instead as a low-grade vibration in the marrow of your bones, a constant reminder that the machinery of bureaucracy was grinding on, indifferent to the specific weight of the soul it was trying to compress into a data field. You sat behind the reinforced glass...

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