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... he quiet hum of the place settling around him like a constant low buzz. The flickering of the overhead lights seemed to match his thoughts—flickering, uncertain.
The meeting with the group had brought some relief. It always helped to speak the truth, to have people who understood the danger they were all facing, but there was an undercurrent of worry gnawing at him, tightening in his chest with every step.
The truth had been laid bare: Harker was alive, and he was embedded in the ...
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