Melanie’s eyes opened in the dark. She lay there for a moment, wondering if the noise had been in her sleep or in reality. She listened, heard the low gnashing far in the background that might be some ear problem not yet diagnosed. She believed that not to be a fact, since she’d only heard the faint grumble at home, never at work or anywhere else. If so…
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