The Golden Quest
The hum of the climate control system was a low, constant drone that settled in the base of your skull, a sound you had learned to ignore until it became the only thing you could hear. Elara, you need to step out of the vault for the staff briefing, Director Halloway’s voice cut through the air, not with anger, but with that particular, polished flatness he reserved for things he considered...
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