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Podcast Appearances
Everything was darker, even though the sky was clear.
The leaves weren't golden or crisp like they should have been.
They looked waterlogged, bruised, already half-rotted.
There was no smell of autumn, just this damp, metallic scent in the air.
Nearer the edge of the woods, I saw them.
Stacks of rucks.
Little towers.
Maybe a foot high, balanced in weird shapes.
Too precise to be random, but too messy to be decorative.
There were five or six of them, all arranged just before the tree line.
I asked Alma what they were.
Markers, she said.
For what?
She didn't answer.
Just kept walking like the question.
Didn't matter.
That night, I heard the knocks again.
Same soft tapping.
Three times.
Then, after a long pause, three more.