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The Shredder
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2026-11-01 23:00:00The door swung open and a wedge of corridor light fell across the floor.
Someone stepped inside. The door hissed shut behind them, and the room went dark again except for a small blue glow. A phone, held low, its flashlight pointed at the floor.
I stopped breathing. Beside me, I felt rather than saw Grant shift his weight, putting himself between me and the aisle. He didn't make a sound.
The light moved down the rows. It stopped at a shelf four aisles from us. A drawer sl
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