The Distant Metropolis
The fluorescent lights of the sub-basement server room hummed with a frequency that Margaret felt in her molars, a low, vibrating thrum that seemed to bypass her ears entirely and settle directly into the marrow of her bones, where it remained, a constant, cold anchor holding her to the floor of the institution that had consumed the last twelve years of her professional life. She stood before...
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