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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
returned with bandages, antiseptic, and a surprisingly
gentle touch.
"You're… different, Liam," Evelyn said, watching
him clean her cuts.
He looked up. ”I can think again, Doctor. I can
feel. It's… overwhelming."
He paused, his eyes meeting hers. "Thank you."
She nodded, a weary smile touching her lips.
"You're welcome, Liam. Now, we need to figure out
our next move. They'll be looking for us."
Just then, a rhythmic thump-thump-thump echoed
from the street outside.
She froze. It was a helicopter. And it was getting
closer.
"They found us," Liam said, his eyes wide with
renewed terror.
She scrambled to the window, peering through a
gap in the dusty curtains. A searchlight, bright and
blinding, swept across the rooftops.
They had found Silas. They had found the
bookstore.
The "safe house" was already compromised.
She pulled back. They were trapped. No escape.
Unless…
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