The Wistful Atlas
The hum was in Elara’s teeth. It started at the base of the skull, a low-frequency vibration that bypassed the ears and settled directly into the bone. She adjusted the haptic gloves, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over the holographic projection of the Royal Spire. The atrium of the Meridian Palace was a cathedral of glass and steel, sterile and cold, designed to project the...
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