The Distant Metropolis

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The water in the basement pipes was humming again, a low, wet thrum that vibrated through the soles of my boots and settled in the teeth. I stood before Lieutenant Harrow, my hands clasped behind my back, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. "It’s not a pressure fluctuation, sir," I said. "The voices are clearer today. I heard my mother’s name." Harrow didn’t look up from his map. He...

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