Chapter 11
Gordon was just outside the closed west gate
of Freetown when he heard a strange swishing noise in the distant desert. He strained to identify the sound. Not the booted feet of humans coming from
Gander’s Gulch. Not a sandstorm, though
it sounded similar. No, it was something
he’d never heard before, like an eerie, secretive whisper from hundreds of
parched throats.
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