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Chapter 87: Proof in Shadows
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2026-01-01 09:00:11The hospital room was still humming with the weight of what they’d seen—the grainy footage replaying in all their minds like a ghost refusing to leave. Arthur didn’t waste a second. Before dawn even touched the parking lot, he was already outside, phone pressed to his ear, rain soaking into his collar as he spoke with clipped authority.
“I’m submitting footage anonymously,” he tol
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