The storm had turned the world into splinters.
Telephone poles lay scattered like matchsticks, barns had been ripped from their foundations, and the highway was littered with twisted road signs pointing nowhere. The storm chasers — Logan, Cass, Brent, and Mae — drove in silence, their SUV crawling over debris-strewn asphalt.
“There,” Cass said finally, pointing ahead.
Through the flattened cornfields rose a house. Perfect, white, two stories, its porch light glowing faintly as if nothing had happened.
“Impossible,” Brent muttered. “Everything within twenty miles is gone.”
Logan stopped the car. The wind was still screaming outside, though the sky was eerily calm. The house seemed to drink the sound in — as if the storm bent around it. Read more free download
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