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Relay E

The scream rips the block in my voice. The package has its own player; the reel spins, feeding blank billboards that flash MERCER. Sirens turn corners.

“Local,” Danner says, knife out. “Kill its mouth.”

I pinch the leads. The motor dies. The echo hangs, then drains into the hum.

He wraps the ...