The Golden Ritual
The breach happens at 0400. Not with a bang, but with a tear in the air that smells of ozone and old pennies. You are awake. You are always awake. The walls of the Sector 4 Observation Post are made of a material that hums at a frequency only you can feel, a low thrum that vibrates in your molars. Your wife, Sarah, is gone. Not dead. Just... elsewhere. Absorbed into the static. You have been...
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