The Golden Compass
The fluorescent lights of the administrative wing hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the base of your skull, a persistent, low-grade thrum that had become the background noise of your life for the past twenty years. You sat in your narrow office, the walls paneled in a faux-wood laminate that smelled faintly of chemical adhesive, and stared at the transfer request...
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