The signal hit the receiving aerial at 2:14 AM on a Tuesday in March, and Elias...
He was sitting in the barn on his uncle's property in upstate New York, surrounded by salvaged parts from a dozen different radios, soldering iron in one hand and a cup of cold coffee in the other. The barn was warm--the winter cold had seeped into the floorboards and left--and smelled of hay and solder and the faint sour smell of the battery charger he'd rigged to the car battery. The main...
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