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... t five days, Mikel had been locked in a routine.
Every time dusk approached, Doom’s chosen song of the day would begin playing in his head. Along with it came the rhythmic hammering, dead people hauling materials, mixing cement, picking through the ruins of his old home, and fixing what could still be saved. Everything moved to the beat in his mind — ghostly hammering, synchronized tapping, spirits bobbing their heads and swaying their hips in time.
It was absurd.
By dawn ...
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