The Wistful Grid
The main drive shaft screamed at a pitch that shattered the glass in the office window, a sound so violent it felt less like metal on metal and more like a living thing tearing itself apart. I was standing by the open window, my hands pressed against the cold pane, watching the dust settle over the floor of the mill below, when the entire building shuddered and the lights flickered out. The...
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