The train plunged into a tunnel, and the recording cut to static.
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Elias paused the audio. He was sitting in his apartment, but he suddenly felt the distinct vibration of a train beneath his floorboards. He lived nowhere near the tracks. He looked at the waveform on his screen. The peaks weren't jagged like normal noise; they were rounded, pulsing, like a heartbeat. The train plunged into a tunnel, and the
A cold draft swept through the room, smelling of ozone and ancient grease. Elias looked at the reflection in his darkened monitor. Behind him, the wall of his office wasn't drywall anymore. It was flickering yellow light, dirty linoleum, and a row of scratched plexiglass windows. He was sitting in his apartment, but he
He wasn't in his apartment. He was in the carriage from the recording.