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Chapter 85: Four O'Clock

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Chapter 84: Four O’Clock

Damien’s POV

Hale’s message landed at twelve seventeen.

''She wants to meet. Her lab in the Institute. Four o’clock. Her terms.''

Damien read it once. Set the phone face-down on the desk. Picked it up again. Read it a second time. Put it down harder than necessary.

He stood and crossed to the window.

Saturday afternoon had settled over the city quieter, slower, people drifting instead of cutting through. He watched them without really seeing them. His mind was still half
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