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A heavy click echoed from the basement. The pilot light. The smell of sulfur filled the room.
The neon sign for "Barron’s Best Buys" flickered over the cracked asphalt of Route 12, a humming beacon in the middle of the Nebraska flatlands. To the locals, it was just a dusty electronics graveyard. To the desperate, it was a place where you could find things that shouldn't exist.
"One rule," Barron warned. "The dial only goes back. Don't try to force it forward to hear what hasn't happened yet. Some 'best buys' come with a price you can't pay in cash."