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Beneath Leadville
Lachtnae Svenson wasn’t sure exactly what was happening beneath the carpet of scrubby alpine grass in Leadville. The signs were ominous, but there was no consensus among the scientists about their meaning. Seismographs were concerning one day and calm the next. The side of a mountain bulged one day and the next day it didn’t. Then there were the rounded tunnels with their perfectly smooth walls in the old mine.
Locky felt a bit silly as he prepared for his appearance on the evening news. In essence he was saying, “something’s happening here, but we don’t know what it is.”
notes
I submitted this piece for potential inclusion in The Damned, but it wasn't selected.
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