The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The concrete core sample in Elias Thorne’s hand was not merely breaking; it was dissolving, the aggregate gritting against his palm like wet sand before turning to a fine, gray powder that seeped into the pores of his skin. Above him, the atrium of the Meridian Tower groaned, a sound that resonated not in his ears but in the marrow of his bones, a low-frequency thrum that seemed to press the...

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