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... nd still, the kind of oppressive silence that usually precedes a disaster.
Aria sat by her fire pit, finishing the last of the beef stew. She watched the sky. The heavy grey clouds that had gathered earlier were now a solid, bruised mass blocking out the stars.
"It’s going to pour," Leo whispered from his tent, hugging his knees.
"My husband is bored," Aria mumbled, checking her watch. "8:00 PM. Prime time."
As if on cue, a siren wailed from the distant coastline. ...
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