The Distant Journey
The hum began as a vibration in the floorboards, a low-frequency thrum that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears. It was the kind of sound that existed in the spaces between words, a persistent, static presence that had grown louder over the past month, matching the corruption of the files in his care. Elias sat at his desk in the municipal records room, the air thick...
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