The Golden Song
We were in the basement, that place we called the vault, which was a misnomer because it held no gold, no jewels, and no state secrets, only the damp, breathing weight of the earth pressing down on our heads and the hum of the server racks that kept the whole operation alive. I remember the dream first, the way the static on the monitors had started to sing a low, resonant note that felt less...
0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews