Jeremy Harrison
speaker
337 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 11 May
Jeremy Harrison’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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But this was something different and vaguely nauseating.
Even so, some kind of unspoken social etiquette meant I needed to at least look inside after opening the door, just in case a worker saw me.
So I stepped in and the door shut behind me.
The noise of the street was suddenly gone completely, and the silence was punctuated by the incessant buzzing of the dim, sickly yellow fluorescent lights above me, along with the faint, barely perceptible hissing sound like gas escaping a canister coming from somewhere.
The store was a bit bigger than it had seemed on the outside, with four shelves absolutely stuffed with books of all shapes and sizes, and more shelves nailed to the plain walls.
Not that it was easy to see them, as the lights above barely illuminated anything, making it necessary for me to use the flashlight on my phone to make my way around.
I slowly got used to the smell as I walked along the first bookshelf, but I didn't see any text on the spines of the books that were making the shelves buckle under their weight.
They were all old, hardcover tomes arranged haphazardly, and it didn't seem likely that there would be any books from after the 20th century featured there.
It was hot and stale inside, but not in a cozy way.
And I decided to at least check out the next row before leaving, as it would lead me in the direction of the door anyway.
I turned the corner of the shelf and let out a sharp breath as my flashlight briefly washed over the face of a gaunt man sitting behind a desk.
Oh, uh, sorry.
Hi, I said lamely as I tried to make out the details of his face.
He was mostly in shadow, but the silent headlights of a car outside crawled past him, showing me his angular features and a thin smile that was soon lost in the inky blackness again.
Even when he was in shadow, his bright blue eyes twinkled like diamonds, and I didn't like how his gaze bored into me.
The man spoke in a gravelly baritone that had no warmth or life to it.
The words came out flatly and without emotion in a way that seemed almost rehearsed.
There's something for you here, he said.
My legs shook beneath me, and I swallowed at nothing.
Oh, uh, great, thanks, I said with a dry tongue, not sure how to respond to such an odd statement.
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