The Distant Journey
The first thing Eleanor Vance noticed was the sound. It was not a roar, nor a crack, but a low, resonant hum that seemed to emanate from the pavement itself, vibrating up through the soles of her orthopedic shoes and settling in the hollow of her sternum. The sky over the industrial district of Oakhaven had turned a bruised purple, thick with static electricity that made the hair on her arms...
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