Throwing away

Compassion

Care

And kindness

We slowly seep

Into rotting sewers

― Hanna Abi Akl, Diary in Poems

The stench hit Dorothea Crane first — a miasma of decay and something else, something chemical and wrong. Her flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing moss-slicked walls and the endless flow of murky water. The maintenance report had mentioned unusual blockages, but as city engineer, she’d seen it all before. Or so she thought.

The deeper sections of the sewer system predated the city itself, tunnels of peculiar design that appeared on no official blueprint. Dorothea’s colleagues joked about them, called them “the architect’s folly,” but avoided assignments that took them to the older sections. Superstition, she had always thought. Now, as the tunnel ceiling dropped lower and the pipes began to emit a soft, rhythmic sound almost like breathing, she wasn’t so certain.

Three days earlier, Harland Knox, her assistant, had ventured down to investigate reports of an iridescent substance backing up into residential pipes. He hadn’t returned. The police search found nothing — not even footprints beyond a certain junction. They’d written it off as desertion, claiming Knox had personal debts. Dorothea knew better.

The tunnel widened suddenly into a circular chamber. Her light revealed carvings on the walls — symbols that seemed to twist and change when viewed directly. The water here was still, unnaturally so, its surface reflective as polished obsidian. And it was… rising.

Something brushed against her boot. Not solid enough to be a rat. When she aimed her light downward, the beam illuminated thousands of tiny filaments, like pale hairs, extending from the water’s surface, reaching for her ankles with deliberate purpose.

Dorothea backed away, her heel striking something soft. Turning, she found herself face to face with what remained of Harland. His skin had the translucent quality of something kept too long underwater, but his eyes were alert, pleading. His lips moved, forming words she couldn’t hear, and from his open mouth flowed not air or speech but more of those pale, questing filaments.

The walls of the chamber began to pulse. Not with light, but with a slow, peristaltic motion. And Dorothea understood with sudden, terrible clarity that she wasn’t standing in a sewer at all. The city had built itself atop something ancient and patient. Something hungry. And it had been feeding for centuries.

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