Blood Memory
The machine hummed at a frequency Catherine could feel in her teeth. Arthur sat cross-legged on the floor of the laboratory, surrounded by coils of copper wire, vacuum tubes, and a bank of dials he had built himself from parts ordered through three different suppliers so that no one would ask what he was doing. The machine sat in the center of it all, a rectangular wooden box about the size of...
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