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... re no design drums, no constructs cochlear—yet something inside had shifted.
There was a resonance, not loud, but sure, that had become established in the ground, in the canopy, in the air. When you spoke, it was as though something listened—not only processed, but heard.
They called it the Listening Field.
It stretched from the newly minted beaches of the Thread Sea to the hills upon which the newcomers’ first settlements were arising.
It was crossed by a grass p ...
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