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Sounds (129 views)
by Bryan Costales
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Acrid mold wetted by mud and persistent rain leaked in at the seams of the white canvas tent. Dr. Flender wrinkled his whiskered face at the stink and listened to static on loose headphones. Homeless ants crawled over the folding table in a line across a worn star pattern. "I only hear static," he mumbled to the Sheriff. "I can't tell what the growling is. It's too soft against the noise."

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