The Golden Echoes
The hum began in the teeth before it reached the ears, a low-frequency vibration that Elias Thorne felt grinding against the enamel of his molars while he adjusted the tension on the shuttle of Loom Four. It was not a sound so much as a pressure, a heavy, wet weight pressing against the inside of his skull, and he wiped a smear of grease from his forehead, his eyes fixed on the rhythmic clatter...
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