Todd Mundt

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“Sounds very James Bond.” “It is. Read the recent complaints from our embassies in Cuba and China: strange sounds, memory loss, dizziness, headaches. Children waking up with nosebleeds.” I stopped there, remembering the sudden nosebleed I’d had after walking out of the Hefron Mill on my first visit. “They called it Havana syndrome,” I said slowly. “One of the diplomats described the same sound every night—like a marble dropped on the floor, he said. A single, sharp crack. Then he’d show up at work and not be able to remember the names of simple objects. The sound came at night, and in the day ...more
Where They Wait
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