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New Voices

That evening, several townspeople reported strange things—murmurs in the night, chills in rooms with no windows open, dreams full of stone corridors and locked doors. Even Eddie heard voices. “They don’t want to be forgotten,” he said. Carla stared at the sinkhole from her window. It looked still. Quiet. But something was coming up. She could feel it.
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