The clock struck 20:38 and the broken radio jolted into life as her gentle voice rang out once more to say how much she loved and missed her before cutting off with a sharp crack as the radio fell silent for another year.
It marked the beginning of her journey around the empty village she once called home as other radios sung, whispered and wept all around her. Even the telegraph wires above her whispered with voices she hadn't heard in years.
Today, and only today, they all came back to her.
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