

The rhythmic, monotonous clicking of my keyboard was the only anchor keeping me tethered to reality. Around me, the office was clearing out, the evening light bleeding into a bruised purple outside the windows.

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The rhythmic, monotonous clicking of my keyboard was the only anchor keeping me tethered to reality. Around me, the office was clearing out, the evening light bleeding into a bruised purple outside the windows.

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