The Distant Garden

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The static didn’t hiss; it weighed on the air like wet wool. "Did you hear that?" Miller asked, his hand resting on the butt of his sidearm, his knuckles white against the leather. I shook my head, though I had. The sound was a low, grinding vibration, the kind that comes from a transformer overloaded by a summer storm, but it had no source. We were standing in the center of Oakhaven, a town...

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