“The house was empty. Empty and silent, with no refrigerator humming, no television on, no comforting whoosh of central air. Just a musty quiet so full he could hear the slight scraping friction of the grit he’d tracked in against the dusty ceramic tiles of the foyer.”
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Josh Barkey,
Jayce
“The icon receded, and the word “PASSWORD” came up front, bold and center, with a blinking space to fill. Jayce reached again for his ear, but caught himself. He moved his fingers, entering “p.a.s.s.w.o.r.d.” into the space. “ACCESS DENIED,” it read. Hmmm.”
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Josh Barkey,
Jayce