The Faded Frontier
The hum began in the floorboards of the Northern Rail Authority office, a low, thrumming vibration that Thomas Vane felt not with his ears but in the roots of his teeth. It was a sound that seemed to rise from the earth itself, a persistent, subsonic moan that had grown louder since the autumn, a physical pressure against the soot-stained walls of the cramped, windowless room where his father,...
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