The Distant Whispers
The night shift at the Millhaven Textile Plant smells of damp wool and machine oil, a scent that has seeped into the lining of your coat and the fibers of your skin until you can no longer distinguish your own body from the machinery. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a security officer who has spent the last five years patrolling the same concrete corridors, checking the same rusted gates,...
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