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... lready curdling into a cold, acidic dread.
The static hissed back at him.
"ARTHUR!"
He snatched the phone from the desk, his hands shaking. He looked at the screen. The call was still connected.
"Arthur?!" he screamed, his voice cracking, the panic rising in his throat like bile.
The line went dead.
A primal, animalistic terror seized him. He didn’t think. He didn’t plan. He grabbed his keys, bolted from his office, and sprinted through the buildin ...
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