The Distant Whispers

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The needle of the oscilloscope jumped, a jagged red spike cutting through the green grid, and you flinched as if struck. The hum was there again, that 440Hz drone that lived in the floorboards of the Blackwood Ironworks, a frequency so low it bypassed the ear and settled directly into the marrow of your bones. You were thirty-four, senior acoustic engineer, and you had not slept in two days....

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