The Wistful Mountain
The vibration started in the sub-basement, a low-frequency hum that bypassed my ears and settled directly into the marrow of my shinbones, a sensation so profound and physical that it felt less like sound and more like the building itself was drawing a long, shuddering breath through the concrete and the steel. I was standing on the third floor of the Whitmore & Associates industrial park, my...
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