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Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Man With Flickering Shadows

Author: Sammy Miracle
last update publish date: 2025-07-17 17:08:23

The next day,

The lights in the hospital hallway dimmed again, not all at once, but in a peculiar wave, like shadows brushing against glass. Fluorescent bulbs buzzed with dissonant rhythm, and the air took on a coppery chill, as though something unseen had briefly passed through the walls. Most dismissed it as faulty wiring. But Evangeline Cross felt the truth settle into her skin like frost.

He had arrived.

Elias Vaughn moved through the west wing of St. Mercia’s Neurological Institute like a
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