Sewart [upd] -

Tonight, Sewart stepped off the lift and shone his lamp down the main tunnel. The hum was louder—a low, resonant thrum that vibrated in his sternum. The water wasn’t moving. It was a black, polished mirror.

Sewart wasn’t a name his mother gave him. It was a job title that stuck like tar. sewart

For the first time, Sewart sat down on the slick ledge beside the Junction. He pulled out his dented thermos. The coffee was cold and bitter. Tonight, Sewart stepped off the lift and shone