Heavy machinery

Judy’s thoughts raced faster than the rhythm of the waves against the dock. Whoever had planted those cables beneath her home couldn’t have worked alone. She pictured the heavy machinery, the scale of effort it would take to run them beneath multiple properties. That kind of precision hinted at planning, coordination—an entire group, maybe even a powerful organization. The possibility pressed down on her, chilling her spine. This wasn’t random, and she knew it.
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