The Distant Whispers
The fluorescent lights of the Meridian Insurance Group did not buzz; they screamed, a high, thin frequency that drilled directly into the enamel of Elias Thorne’s teeth. He sat across from Director Halloway, his hands flat on the cold, unyielding surface of the conference table, the concrete beneath the laminate radiating a damp, subterranean chill that seeped up through his suit trousers. The...
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