~ Ethan ~ The clock on my office wall clicked past seven. Outside the window, dusk had bled into a bruised, heavy purple. The hospital had gone quiet, the rhythmic pulse of daytime staff replaced by the low, hollow hum of night shifts. I remained at my desk. My palms were flat against the polished oak, absorbing its cool, unyielding wood. I stared into the dark, reflective screen of my computer monitor, waiting for the missing piece of a nightmare I had spent days trying to piece together. A sharp, abrupt knock broke the silence. "Come in," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. A courier stepped inside, his blue uniform wrinkled at the sleeves. He carried a heavy manila envelope wrapped in reinforced fiber tape. "Dr. Knight?" "Yes." I stood up, the chair scraping against the floorboards. "Package from Marcus Vance Investigation Services. Direct handoff." He held out a digital pad and a plastic stylus. I signed my name across the glass with a jagged stroke. "Thank
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