The Faded Ruin
The hum began in the fillings of my teeth, a low, grinding vibration that tasted of copper and old dust. I stood before the glass partition of Director Halloway’s office, my hands trembling slightly as I held the thick manila folder containing Elara’s medical file. The air in the corridor was sterile, recycled through filters that stripped the scent of life from the world, leaving only the...
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