A Summons from the Aetheric SocietyA card edged in gilt arrives by pneumatic post, still warm from the tube. The Society requests your presence on the ninety-first floor — and your discretion regarding the ninetieth.
The Tram That Wasn’t ThereLine 38 was decommissioned before you were born. And yet, every third night, its lamps sweep across your window — running on rails the city swears it pulled up.
Whispers in the Generator HallsSomething below the dynamos sings in harmonics no machine should know. The maintenance crews have begun wearing wax in their ears.Locked — Aethersight 4you have 3
Dr. Halloran’s Galvanic EmporiumThe doctor pays honestly for resonant vials, and asks no questions about where the humming comes from.Requires — Resonant Vial 1you have 3
Deeper Skies