#0158. Hours in and hours out. My eyes focused on the ceiling. I inverted it. Fixtures turned upright. The vault of the ceiling become the gully in the floor. I traced my steps through the alien terrain. Droning matters. Haunted pipes. One day the crackle came over the speaker. The voice was ancient and it was defeated. "I loved her more and more each day." We thought so, at least. It was so quiet and it was unexpected.
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