The Static

The town of Overtun, Maine, is bleeding out.
The paper mill is a rusted skeleton, and the only thing still working overtime is the local liquor store. For Billy Landry, a disgraced DJ three months into a shaky sobriety, the graveyard shift at W-OVR is a quiet place to hide from the ghosts of his past. But tonight, the airwaves are turning wet. The music is shriveling into a rhythmic pulse-a "Wet Static" that tastes like copper and sounds like teeth grinding in a dark room. It isn't just nois...