A desperate call for help
Linda’s fingers trembled uncontrollably as she pressed the phone tighter against her ear, her knuckles turning pale from the strain. The air in the kitchen felt heavy, thick with dread. She explained about the strange rock camera and the wire deliberately severed, her voice low but urgent, filled with desperation. Each detail seemed unreal, like something pulled from a nightmare, yet every word came from the harsh truth of her garden.
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