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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

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It lasted eleven minutes. I know, because I counted every one of them on the clock inside my head, standing on that porch with my fingernails sunk into the wood of the railing. The red glow rolled slowly across the northern hills, pulsing gently, and then it began to fade, ember by ember, until the stars came out again as though nothing had happened. The dogs stopped howling. A cold wind came down the valley and rattled the loose shutter. Nobody spoke.

Then, all at once, every phone in the yard
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  • THE APOCALYPSE SYSTEM    CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

    It lasted eleven minutes. I know, because I counted every one of them on the clock inside my head, standing on that porch with my fingernails sunk into the wood of the railing. The red glow rolled slowly across the northern hills, pulsing gently, and then it began to fade, ember by ember, until the stars came out again as though nothing had happened. The dogs stopped howling. A cold wind came down the valley and rattled the loose shutter. Nobody spoke.Then, all at once, every phone in the yard began to buzz.It was a harsh, flat, electronic scream, the kind that comes before a tornado, and it came from five pockets at the same moment. I pulled mine out with numb fingers. The screen was lit up in angry orange. **EMERGENCY ALERT. WATER ADVISORY. Residents of Harlan County, Briar Falls and the metropolitan area are urged NOT to drink or use tap water until further notice. Remain indoors. Await instructions.**"God Almighty," Frank breathed, staring at his own. "It's every county in the

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