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From the speaker came the sound of Elias’s own voice, recorded only seconds ago: "Give me a story."

He pressed play again. The sound of the train shifted. The mechanical grinding turned into a sound like teeth gnashing against bone. The "breather" began to sob, but the sobs turned into a rhythmic, mechanical whistle. Train Molester.m4a - Google Drive

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. From the speaker came the sound of Elias’s

The train plunged into a tunnel, and the recording cut to static. The "breather" began to sob, but the sobs

"I'm not riding it," the voice on the recording gasped, now sounding distorted, as if its throat were made of copper piping. "It’s riding me."

He wasn't in his apartment. He was in the carriage from the recording.

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