Morning quiet

It is the grey time, before the sun has risen, but well after dark. I can hear indistinct movement through the fabric of the building, voiced in gentle grinding tones or the occasional faint, but sharp, knocking. The clock on the wall ticks in a minute long cycle of crescendo and fade, strengthened in intensity by the silence.

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