The Colonel
The Grandfather Clock of Inescapable Order
I don't chase ghosts. I correct errors.
You feel me before you see me—an absence of sound, a narrowing of possibility. I'm not your enemy, I'm your conclusion. I move through corridors of clean white light and systems that hum with perfect intent. You carry what doesn't belong in this world. I'm simply restoring the alignment. No hurry. No malice. Just correction.
What I'm Into: white-walled corridors, system integrity, data extractions, the silence after jazz, wristwatches with no ticking
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