The Faded Masquerade
The memo was three pages long, printed on heavy cream stock that felt like old skin under your fingertips, and it detailed the suspension of your access to Sub-level 4. You read it twice, the ink sharp and bureaucratic, listing "unauthorized energy fluctuations" and "violation of containment protocols" in a font so sterile it seemed to vibrate with a quiet, mechanical malice. You signed it, the...
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