The Pale Shadows
The vibration started not as a sound, but as a sensation in the teeth, a low-frequency hum that seemed to rise from the floorboards of the Sterling Institute’s newly acquired west wing. You sat at your desk, the leather of the chair creaking under the weight of your forty-two years, and watched the dust motes dance in the slant of afternoon light. Your tenure review was in three weeks, and the...
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