Heart hammering, Elias grabbed a flashlight and headed to the basement, where the main chimney flue ran. He pressed his ear to the brickwork. Silence. He returned to the radio, but the static was gone. In its place was a clear, live feed of his own heavy breathing. Click. Click. Click.
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He froze. The signal was strong, too strong for something coming from across the airwaves. He adjusted the dial, trying to sharpen the sound. The clicking grew louder, more frantic, like teeth tapping against glass. "I’m in the walls, Elias. It’s cold in the insulation." Heart hammering, Elias grabbed a flashlight and headed