Underpass
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Some years after an apocalypse has come and gone, a receptionist walks through a desert full of abandoned roads and becomes very aware of all the times that are not now and all the places that are not here.
Under the underpass, she plays with hearing her own voice go out and the echoes return. As she moves around the shadowed area, she can hear the shape of the place in the timing and tone of those echoes.
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