The air smelled of antiseptic and metal. Her fingers brushed against the cold steel of the examination table. A flickering fluorescent light hummed above her, casting jagged shadows across the white walls. She had no name, no memory of how…
The air inside the sublevel hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like the breath of something vast and dormant. Lena’s boots echoed against the steel floor as she moved past rows of sealed containment units, their surfaces slick with condensation.…
## The Longwave Echo The dust tasted like static. Wren coughed, pushing a strand of faded-blue hair from her face as she surveyed the abandoned diner. Chrome gleamed dully beneath a thick layer of grime, vinyl booths cracked like ancient…