The Pale Mist
The perimeter sensor on the east wall hummed with a frequency that David had long since stopped hearing consciously, yet it remained the baseline against which he measured the silence of the house, a low, electric thrum that vibrated in the marrow of his teeth and reminded him that the glass was there, invisible and absolute, holding back the world from the man who had built it to keep the...
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