The Pale Shadows
The hum started in the floorboards, a low-frequency vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his molars before he heard it with his ears. He adjusted his glasses, staring at the digital scan on the monitor, the pixels of a 1994 municipal ledger blurring into a smear of gray static. Across the desk, Director Vance leaned back, his chair creaking under his considerable weight, a smile playing on his...
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