The Wistful Saga
The fluorescent lights of the Sterling Foundation’s main conference room hummed with a low, electric persistence that seemed to vibrate directly against the base of Eleanor’s skull, a physical weight that made it difficult to focus on the words spilling from Director Halloway’s mouth as he smiled, that particular, practiced smile reserved for those he deemed manageable, while his gaze drifted...
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