The Distant Whispers
The sterile hum of the refrigerator is the only sound in the kitchen, a low, electric drone that vibrates against the tile floor where you stand, your left hand hovering over the glass vial of clear, viscous liquid that represents the only thing keeping your identity intact. You are Elias Thorne, a forty-two-year-old pharmaceutical compliance officer, and your life is currently reduced to the...
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