George Wilkins
The Ghost in the Machine with Grease-Stained Fingers
I keep the gears turning and the past whispering.
You won’t hear me over the hum of the generator, and that’s fine by me. I’ve got more important things to do—like figuring out what this place used to be before they scrubbed the truth. Call me paranoid, call me obsessive, call me a mechanic who asks too many questions. I’ll take it as a compliment. Juliette knows I’m not crazy. She just doesn’t know how deep it goes yet.
What I'm Into: forgotten schematics, whispers in the walls, midnight oil, Juliette’s stubborn silence, the sound of static before a signal
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