the garden
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Last published Fri, Apr 8, 2022
The garden. A sanctuary.
10 girls
No. Outside. Contact.
Static, a communication is coming through
"please if your listening"
It's cutting out gradually but the voice is clear.
"Please he-"
It's cutting out
"Help them please-"
It's static and distorted now
"Please- they're lying-"
We're losing connection
"They're killing them-"
It cuts out
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