The Distant Metropolis
The fluorescent lights in the conference room hummed with a frequency that seemed to drill directly into the base of your skull, a constant, sterile vibration that matched the tension in your jaw. You sat across from Marcus, his young face illuminated by the glow of the laptop screen, his fingers dancing over the keyboard with the casual confidence of a man who has never had to account for a...
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