Signal

If Agnes was right, she wouldn't be anywhere long. Nor would anyone else.

She spread her maps and things out on the ancient table under the kitchen's solitary light bulb. What had she learned? Nothing much, she decided. Probably IT was at the north end of the village, but she'd suspected that anyway. If you got too close the signal swamped you; if you were too far away you couldn't get an accurate fix.

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Good Omens - Wednesday