Screaming violins permeated the room, leaving no corner untouched by their high, shrill crescendo.
The sound brought people to madness, and they had to leave the space. The second they leave the perimeter, whether it's through a door or a hallway, the sound does not pass the exit. It stays in that previous space. Countless people have moved in, then moved out, again and again. It's a regular office building for regular office use, but the space itself is mired in its own sound that is separate from everything else. Blessings were pointless, scientific means yielded nothing. The space was an anomaly in and of itself. It's still there, across the street from McCully Zippys, waiting to disorient you, if you let it..jpeg)
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