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73: The Departure

Penulis: Cat Stories
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The sound of the helicopter was a physical weight, pressing down on the roof of the library.

Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack.

It vibrated through the floorboards, shaking the dust from the shelves. To Elion, it sounded like a rescue. To Cale, it sounded like exposure.

Elion was on his knees next to the makeshift bed on the floor, packing Cale’s few belongings into the battered leather satchel.

"Book," Cale rasped, pointing a trembling finger at the nightstand. "Don't forget the book."

"I got it," E
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