The Distant Affair

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The drill bit screamed against the root, a high, thin shriek that cut through the hum of the ventilation fans. I held the handle with both hands, my knuckles white, watching the wood curl away in dark, wet ribbons. It was a Tuesday, or what passed for Tuesday in the sub-levels of the Meridian Containment Facility, where the light was always the flat, sterile white of fluorescent tubes and the...

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