The Faded Sutra
The pressure in the chamber was a physical weight, a dense, gray fog that pressed against the eardrums and the chest, a sensation that had nothing to do with the air and everything to do with the machinery. We stood in the center of the circular room, the walls lined with riveted steel plates that vibrated with a low, subsonic hum, a frequency that seemed to bypass the bones and rattle directly...
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