The Golden Maze
The fluorescent lights of the administrative wing hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in Elias Thorne’s molars, a low, persistent drone that marked the beginning of the end for his life as he had known it. He sat in the sparse office, the air stale with the scent of old paper and industrial cleaner, staring at the transfer request form he had filled out three times that...
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