The Distant Journey

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The pneumatic tube in the corner of my office had begun to sing at four in the afternoon, a low, wet thrum that I could feel in the fillings of my teeth before I heard it with my ears. I was sorting the quarterly maintenance logs for the Northern Line, my fingers stained with the blue ink of the stamps, when the vibration climbed up from the floorboards and into the soles of my shoes. I dropped...

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