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Chapter 22: What Followed Her Home

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Aurora.

The doorknob twisted to the left as I threw my shoulder against the painted wood to hold the frame shut. I dragged the hall table across the linoleum floor and wedged it under the lock before backing away with my phone clutched in my hand. My thumb hovered over the emergency dial pad.

“Should I call the police?” I whispered to the empty living room.

A strange, deep instinct warned me to put the device down and step away from the screen. Calling regular officers felt like a terrible mist
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