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“You’re not real,” I whispered.

My job was to classify and destroy unverified anomalies. But I’d grown up in 1981. I remembered the summer the radio played only static, and the grown-ups whispered about the boy who whistled back . ksb1981

“What happens now?” I asked.

“I’m the echo you left behind,” it replied. “The part of you that stepped into the well and never climbed out. I’ve been waiting forty-three years for you to come back and finish the story.” “You’re not real,” I whispered