The Faded Root
The fluorescent lights of the forty-second floor hum with a frequency that seems to vibrate directly against the base of your skull, a sterile, white noise that has become the soundtrack to your thirty-four years of life, the sound of a machine grinding down individuality into standardized data points. You are Elias Thorne, a mid-level data architect, and you are staring at the reflection of...
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