The Distant Whispers
The fluorescent lights in the analysis bay hummed with a frequency that Elias felt in his molars, a low, persistent thrum that seemed to vibrate the very dust motes suspended in the recycled air. He stared at the monitor, the blue light reflecting off the glass of his safety goggles, which he had forgotten to remove when the shift had technically ended three hours prior. The data set before him...
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