The Pale Garden
The fluorescent lights of the sub-basement archive hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the temporal lobe, a low, persistent thrum that Elias Thorne had long ago stopped hearing as sound and began perceiving as a physical weight, a sedimentary layer of noise pressing down upon his skull until his thoughts themselves felt compressed, dense, and difficult to extricate...
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