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generator hum was deafening.
Briana froze with the mug halfway to her lips.
In the city, power outages happened.
In a compound with three backup generators, a blackout meant only one thing.
Someone had manually cut the lines.
“Pauly?” Briana called.
Her voice sounded small under the vaulted ceiling.
No answer.
She stood.
Her bare feet touched cold hardwood.continue reading …
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