The Distant Whispers

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The fog had a texture. It was not merely moisture suspended in air, but a physical substance, thick and grey, pressing against the windowpanes of the observation deck like a living thing seeking entry. I adjusted the gain on the hydrophone array, the needle trembling on the oscilloscope. We were deep in the North Atlantic, in the dead zone where the continental shelf dropped away into the...

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