PREVIEW
... �𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
The air is thick with static. Rain lashes against the windows. Inside a cramped, dimly lit booth, DJ MARLA (32, sharp, jaded but cool under pressure) adjusts the mic, her hand trembling slightly.
MARLA (into mic):
“This is Marla Graves... broadcasting from WZRD-109. I don’t know who’s still out there. But if you’re listening, you’re not alone... yet.”
A low groan filters through the station walls. Marla turns, startled, then quickly turns the v ...
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