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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
The woman nodded, her fingers moving to a dial
on the device.
Evelyn surpassed the fear. The pressure on her
brain intensified. A sharp, piercing pain. Her teeth
clenched.
She wouldn't break. She couldn't.
Liam. The Wilderness.
Liam ran until his lungs burned, until his legs
screamed in protest, until his ankle was a dull throb.
He didn't know where he was going. Just away. Away
from the road, away from the taxi, away from the
relentless pursuit.
He burst into a clearing, collapsing against a tree
trunk. The woods were dark, silent, save for the
pounding of his own heart.
He was lost. Alone. And he had no idea what to do
next.
He pulled out his dead phone, staring at the blank
screen. Useless.
He needed to get the information out.
But how? No phone. No computer. No one to
trust.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. He
focused on the hum, the chimes, the lingering echoes
of Deep Rest. He needed a plan.
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