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

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. He wasn't in his apartment

Elias hit play. At first, there was only the rhythmic clack-clack of a subway car moving at high speed. Then, a low, wet breathing started right next to the microphone. The sound of the train shifted

The train plunged into a tunnel, and the recording cut to static.