The Distant Whispers

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The dream was always the same. It began in the cold blue light of a vacuum chamber, the hum of the magnets a low thrum in the teeth. Inside the glass cylinder, a single screw hovered. It did not fall. It did not spin. It simply waited, suspended in the void, defying the gravity that pulled at the rest of the world. Elias woke with the taste of ozone in his mouth and the image burned into his...

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