The Wistful Dinner

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The drill bit screamed against the granite, a high-pitched whine that Arthur Vane felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears. He gripped the railing of the observation platform, his knuckles white against the rusted iron, watching the dust settle in the shaft of the headlamp. The smell hit him first, a thick, metallic tang of wet iron and ozone that coated the back of his throat,...

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