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THREE CALLS
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2026-03-13 15:00:51The number kept returning to Rowan’s mind.
Three calls.
Same number.
Same night Cassian disappeared.
It sat in the call log like a splinter under the skin small, almost invisible among the dozens of other contacts, but impossible to ignore once you noticed it.
Rowan stared at the laptop screen again.
Across the small kitchen table, Taryn watched him scroll through the log for the fourth time.
“You’re going to burn a hole throu
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