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DEEP REST
Chapter 9:
The Breakout
The Taxi. The Trap.
The taxi veered sharply, throwing Liam against
the door. The driver, a hulking silhouette against the
glow of the dashboard, didn't even glance back. His
grip on the wheel was white-knuckled. His eyes, in the
rearview mirror, were cold, dead.
Liam’s was trapped. The street was dark, deserted.
No witnesses. No escape.
"Where are we going?" He demanded, his voice
tight, but with a new edge of defiance. The apathy was
gone. The fear was still there, but now it fueled a
primal urge to survive.
"Just a little detour," the driver grunted. "For your
own good."
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