The Distant Metropolis
The vibration began not in the air but in the marrow, a low-frequency hum that Maren Cole felt first in the left metacarpals of her right hand, the bones that had once gripped the stylus of a surgeon with such precision that she could distinguish the weave of a single collagen fiber from the shadow it cast on the digital display. Now, those bones were merely conduits for a signal that was...
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