The Distant Wound
The fluorescent lights of the Ministry of Continuity hummed at a frequency that I had long since stopped hearing, a constant, low-grade vibration that seemed to settle into the marrow of my bones, a physical reminder that I was a component in a larger machine, a junior archivist whose primary function was to ensure the smooth operation of the predictive algorithms that governed our society, and...
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