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This was the third night straight. The first two times he’d still been trying to rest, and the shrill mechanical bell had dragged him up from the edge of nightmares. Now he was too tired to be curious and too irritated to ignore it any longer.
He dropped the notebook on the van’s floor, not bothering with shoes. The gravel bit into his bare soles as he crossed the empty lot in angry strides. The desert cold had settled in hard after sunset, seeping through his thin t-shirt, but he barely noticed. Three days without real sleep had a way of making everything feel distant, like watching his own life through foggy glass.
He snatched the receiver from its cradle mid-ring.
“Help me… please, he’s coming…”
A girl’s voice. Young. Shredded with terror.
Then the sound of a phone booth door slamming open. A choked scream. Then nothing.
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