The Distant Legend

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My hands were deep in the recirculator’s filter housing, wrenching the rusted bolt free, when the sound came. It was a dry, rhythmic crack, like a branch snapping under heavy snow, but it started inside my own chest. I froze, the wrench slipping from my grip, and waited for the echo to fade. It did not. The power station’s drone, usually a low hum that vibrated in the teeth, seemed to recede,...

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