Psalms for a Dead Machine: Chapter 12 — Underhive Catechism
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In the damp, dim lower decks of the hive, Elias Knox walks among soup lines, leaking pipes, and loudspeakers that promise calm while a strange undertone lags behind every word. He came only to gather evidence of a hidden rhythm coursing through the city’s walls—but a single question from a gray-haired girl draws him into a quiet conversation that could change far more than a report.
Star-shaped marks stamped into brass plates hint at a design meant to turn citizens into cogs. Yet a whispered few sentences, scribbled on a scrap of ration paper, begin to pass from hand to hand.
Elias swore he would not preach. But sometimes the smallest words refuse to stay small.
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