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He stopped inHe swept the lenses back the way they’d come

The table in the square had been overturned; behind it, the nose of one of the trucks was pointed upward at a forty-five degree angle, its rear wheels sunk deep into the earth

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A sinkhole A big one, opening up

Peter turned away froainst the dark, lit by angledprickled his skin like static electricity: all eyes "There’s so on Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Apgar’s eyes narrowed as he cocked his head "Wait Yeah"

"Like…rats inside walls"

"I hear it, too," Chase said

Peter grabbed the

"Station six, report"

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