The Distant Whispers

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The vibration of the floor plates was a low, thrumming thing, a frequency that settled in the marrow of my shins and climbed the spine like a cold water leak. We were deep in the sub-basement of the containment facility, a place where the air tasted of ozone and stale copper, and the only light came from the emergency strips that pulsed with a sickly, amber rhythm. I stood before the primary...

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