The Distant Threshold
The laser theodolite hummed against my temple, a low, electric thrum that vibrated through the bone and settled deep in the marrow, a sound so consistent it had begun to feel less like machinery and more like the second heartbeat I had not known I possessed until the coughing started three weeks ago. I adjusted the focus wheel, the glass eye of the instrument narrowing in on the distant arch,...
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