Whitney admitted, at last, that she’d bargained before. Months earlier, she'd traded small things into the static: old photographs, a ring that belonged to their mother, a game they’d played as children. Each item quieted the noise for a time, and each time the static had given up a voice in return. But the ledger had grown unbalanced; the static demanded more than tokens now. It wanted a person.
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