Madness at Miracle Mile

Titan City 1931

“What did you say this was again?” Anson Walker prodded the leathery, brown sac with a pen. It was almost as tall and wide as the desk upon which it sat and excreted a musty, oily smell. A keel-like ridge sloped along the center, ending in a slight curl at the edge. It pulsated with an even rhythm and put off enough heat to warm the office several degrees.