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Billings Radio Tower
He squinted and zoomed in on the photo. The building was unmistakable—concrete walls, peeling paint, and a blinking sign. “Billings Radio Tower,” it read. Something about the name sent a shiver through his chest. Why would she go there? What was waiting for her? Clark quickly turned off the phone and slipped it into his pocket just as the driver returned.
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