The Golden Crossing
October 14, 1904. The councilmen are coming at dawn to condemn the Meridian Tower. I have left Silas to guard the shop. He is young, reckless, and believes in my genius. I do not believe in my genius. I believe in the Hum. It is a low-frequency vibration, a physical weight that sits behind the teeth and rattles the fillings. It shatters glass. It drives men to pick their eyes out with pocket...
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