The Last Broadcast from Station Nine

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As the night radio operator on duty for the remote emergency transmitter, Arthur took pride in his absolute isolation. The static-filled airwaves rarely carried anything other than weather alerts and distant maritime chatter until a crisp, monotone voice began reading names from a forgotten registry. Arthur froze when he heard his own full name read aloud, followed by the exact time of his upcoming shift ending. Before he could switch off the transmitter, a heavy knock echoed against the reinforced steel door of the studio, though the closest road was forty miles away through the dark forest.

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