The Distant Temple
The hive was on the balcony. It hummed. A low, vibrating thrum. I heard it before I saw it. A sound like a loose wire. A sound like a heartbeat. Not my own. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I serve the Bureau of Internal Stability. We keep the peace. We keep the order. We keep the line. The line is thin. I stood on the third floor. The air was cool. The city slept below. It looked like a circuit...
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