The Distant Legend
The fluorescent lights in Conference Room 4B hummed with a low, persistent frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the base of Elena’s skull. She sat alone at the long, scarred table, her hands folded tightly in her lap, her jaw clenched so hard the muscles in her neck throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache. On the table before her lay a single folder, thin and beige, containing the...
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