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Chapter 39: Into the Unknown
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The building was eerily quiet as we stepped inside, the fluorescent lights overhead humming softly. My pulse quickened, and I could feel the tension radiating between Carter and me. We’d made the decision to face our past, but now that we were here, standing in the place where it all could change again, I could feel the weight of it press down on me. Langford’s office was sparse—an unremarkable desk with a few scattered papers and a large window overlooking the city. It was the kind of place you’d expect a man like him to have. Clean, efficient, and entirely devoid of warmth. Langford himself was already waiting for us, seated behind the desk, his expression unreadable as we entered. His sharp eyes flicked over us, his gaze lingering just a moment longer on Carter, then me. "Well," Langford said, folding his hands together. "I assume you have a reason for reaching out after all this time." Carter didn’t say anything, but I could feel the tension in his body as he stood beside me.
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