The Golden Echoes
The light in the atrium was white and flat, a bleached sheet stretched over the concrete bones of the penitentiary. I stood in the center of the vast, empty space, the silence pressing against my eardrums like deep water. My hands trembled. It was a fine, high-frequency shiver, a mechanical glitch in the machinery of my body that had begun six months ago and was now accelerating. I was...
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