The Distant Journey
The Hum started before the whistle. It was a low, tectonic thrum that Elias Thorne felt in his molars before he heard it in his ears. He adjusted his leather gloves, the hide worn thin and gray at the knuckles, and checked the time on the wall clock. 06:00. Fourteen hours until shift end. Fourteen hours until the deposit hit his account. Fourteen hours until Lily’s tuition was secured for...
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