The Distant Whispers

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The air in the banquet hall tasted of stale lager and industrial polish. I stood near the pillar, my left hand resting on the table’s edge, fingers twitching against the varnish. Twenty years of service had earned me a corner seat and a plate of cold roast beef, but the commendation I needed to clear my name from the Sector 4 incident was still missing. Director Halloway sat at the head of the...

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