Following the wire
The wire was cut clean, evidence lying at her feet on the ground. It ran into the garden, disappearing under the grass. Linda’s fingers trembled as she traced it four feet until it vanished beneath the soil. “Mark, what’s this?” she called, her voice tight with unease. The discovery felt ominous, a tangible sign that something was deeply wrong in their quiet backyard, threatening the safety of their once-peaceful home.
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