The Distant Metropolis
The iron lung of the subterranean command center exhaled a rhythmic, mechanical groan that vibrated through the soles of Major Silas Vance’s boots, a constant, low-frequency thrum that had long since replaced the human heartbeat in his own chest. He stood before the monolithic console, a wall of glass and brass and humming vacuum tubes that stretched from the damp, stone-floored ceiling down...
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