The Pale Dance
The air in the subterranean laboratory hummed with a frequency that was not quite sound but something closer to a physical pressure against the eardrums, a low thrumming that Margaret felt in her teeth and the base of her skull, a vibration that seemed to originate from the very bedrock of the earth and rise up through the concrete floor to settle in her bones, a sensation that was both...
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