The Echo of Existence
Arthur Thorne lived in a world of grey. Not the grey of a cloudy day, but the grey of a depleted battery. In the heart of a minimalist New York, where the buildings were slabs of concrete and the people were ghosts in suits, Arthur was a Tuner. He didn't see colors or hear music; he felt frequencies. Every human being was a vibrating string, and most people were horribly out of tune, humming a...
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