The Fever-Dream of Saint Icarus
The copper sang. Henri Valois pressed his ear against the cooling pipe of the central transmitter and heard it—a low, sustained note that seemed to rise from the mountain itself, as though the Alps were a great bronze bell struck by invisible hands. It was the sound of three thousand volts humming through a circuit that had no business existing, a frequency that sat somewhere between a human...
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