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CHAPTER 77: THE PHONE CALL

Author: Charles Hegan
last update publish date: 2026-06-20 08:58:54

The photograph of Elena DeVries burns on Julian's phone until dawn.

I wake to find him still gripping it, his thumb frozen over her face. He hasn't slept. His eyes are raw, his jaw rough with stubble, his shoulders curled forward like a man bracing against a wind only he can feel.

"You've been up all night," I say.

"I couldn't stop looking at her."

I push upright beside him, the sheets pooling around my waist. The January sun spills pale and cold through the window. The Penobscot Building has f
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