Fear and panic coursed hotly through my veins as I listened to the low whining sound. It was a faint noise─almost imperceptible. Yet, having struggled to heat the big old farmhouse these last 5 winters, it’s a sound I’ve come to know well. Beckett, the boiler in the basement was calling for fuel that wasn’t there. The vibrations from the mechanism carry…
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