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The Shape of a Rumor

Auteur: Favour
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-16 22:01:56

CHAPTER 72

The first sign was not a headline; it was a screenshot of what happened in the hospital

Lucas sent it to Damien at 6:12 a.m., with no preface other than a red priority tag. The image was ugly in the way unfinished things were ugly: a cropped frame from a private group chat, usernames partially blacked out, timestamp from the previous night. The message itself was short enough to look harmless to anyone who did not know what they were reading.

Heard something wild from a nurse friend
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