The Engine Beneath

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The sound came through the floorboards first—a low, rhythmic vibration that Eleanor Blackwood felt in her teeth before she heard it with her ears. She stood in the hallway of Oak Ridge plantation house and pressed her palm against the wall. The plaster was warm and slightly damp, and beneath it she could feel the pulse of something enormous. It was three o'clock in the morning, and the...

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