The Distant Garden
Mara, you’re still down there? The voice came from the intercom, distorted by the static that always seemed to cling to the municipal basement like damp wool. I didn’t answer immediately. I was too busy listening to the Hum. It was a low-frequency vibration, less a sound than a pressure against the temples, a grinding sensation in the jaw that started the moment Director Halloway stepped into...
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