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The world makes a sound that doesn't have a name. Mara had tried, over twelve years, to find one. Hum was too musical. Pressure was closer - but pressure implied pushing, and this was more like presence, the way a room has a different quality when it's been lived in versus when it's just been built. She'd tried the feeling right before a thunderstorm except it never becomes the storm, which was the most accurate thing she'd ever written, but when she showed it to the specialist Dr. Bergsson he'd