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"
I
've
heard
stuff
from
maybe
two
dozen
people
,
"
Ollie
said
.
"
Justine
Robards
.
Nick
Tochai
.
Ben
Michaelson
.
You
ca
n't
keep
secrets
in
small
towns
.
Things
get
out
.
Sometimes
it
's
like
a
spring
-
it
just
bubbles
up
out
of
the
earth
and
no
one
has
an
idea
where
it
came
from
.
You
overhear
something
at
the
library
and
pass
it
on
,
or
at
the
marina
in
Harrison
.
Christ
knows
where
else
,
or
why
.
But
all
spring
and
summer
I
've
been
hearing
Arrowhead
Project
,
Arrowhead
Project
.
"
"
But
these
two
,
"
I
said
.
"
Christ
,
Ollie
,
they
're
just
kids
.
"
"
There
were
kids
in
Nam
who
used
to
take
ears
.
I
was
there
.
I
saw
it
.
"
"
But-what
would
drive
them
to
do
this
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
Maybe
they
knew
something
.
Maybe
they
only
suspected
.
They
must
have
known
people
in
here
would
start
asking
them
questions
eventually
.
If
there
is
an
eventually
.
"
"
If
you
're
right
,
"
I
said
,
"
it
must
be
something
really
bad
.
"
"
That
storm
,
"
Ollie
said
in
his
soft
,
level
voice
.
"
Maybe
it
knocked
something
loose
up
there
.
Maybe
there
was
an
accident
.
They
could
have
been
fooling
around
with
anything
.
Some
people
claim
they
were
messing
with
high-intensity
lasers
and
masers
.
Sometimes
I
hear
fusion
power
.
And
suppose
...
suppose
they
ripped
a
hole
straight
through
into
another
dimension
?
"
"
That
's
hogwash
,
"
I
said
.
"
Are
they
?
"
Ollie
asked
,
and
pointed
at
the
bodies
.
