The Golden Cellar
The fluorescent lights in the sub-basement of the Meridian Logistics Hub did not buzz, a detail that Gerald Vane had always found more unsettling than the noise itself, for in their silence they seemed to possess a kind of predatory patience, humming with a low-frequency current that vibrated against the fillings in his teeth and settled deep into the marrow of his bones, a physical weight that...
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