The generator hum
The storage room hummed with the familiar low thrum of her generator, rattling gently against its stand. Every beach house in the area had one; town electricity never reached this far, so power came from private supply. But another sound competed for her attention. It wasn’t mechanical—it came from beneath the floorboards themselves. Judy crouched quickly, realization dawning. Bruno was scratching furiously under the machine, claws raking at the wood in frantic bursts of energy.
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