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I mewled out passionately before I could stop myself. The sudden screech of the car made me jerk out of my notional utterances. A dangerously loud bang was caused by the impulsive pause, followed by wailing by a man or rather men. I calculated it to be the car behind our back colliding with the one at his back and we were the source of the collision. I snapped a baffled stare at Aaron whose palm was tightly wrapped on the steering.

Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text sacrificing itself in a puff of code‑ash. I felt the Authors’ intent in the way the world shifted. Not commanding me. Backing me. Like a crowd leaning against the same door I was trying to shoulder open. “Thank you,” I whispered, throat tight. The hum surged, like a pleased laugh in fifty different voices. The administrator did not laugh. Its mass jerked as the invisible pushes hit. Screens knocked askew tried to snap back into formation and failed. A page‑cluster on one

Ignoring my exhausted body, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and headed out. After all, the base shuttle was the only transportation out of this place. Luckily, I caught the final bus of the day. After boarding, I casually pulled out my work card and tapped it against the scanner. The machine immediately flashed an alert. 'Invalid card. Please scan again.' My heart skipped. I hurriedly tried a second time. Still invalid. The driver shot me an impatient look. "Are you leaving or not? If your card doesn't work, get off already. Stop holding everyone else up."

I was just turning the corner after leaving the library when my phone buzzed again, and like an idiot, I didn’t stop and step away from the road before checking it. And just because I was unlucky enough, I collided with someone. Normally, whenever this happened, it was the other person who'd bear the brunt of the collision. But this time, perhaps because the person had been running towards me, I was the one who lost my balance. Rather spectacularly. “Shit,” came a voice, moments after my ass hit the floor. My brows furrowed. It was uncharacteristically raspy, like the speaker’s throat had been reinforced with gravel and barbed wire.

The wind whistled in my ears, the ocean slapping at the board. I turned, thinking I was clear, but the boat had moved more quickly than I anticipated. The keel of the boat seemed bigger than I thought possible as it hurtled straight for me. Time slowed, and the details burned into my eyes: the white tips on the gray-green water, the yellow in my sail, the tiny barnacle trying to find a foothold on the keel of the oncoming yacht. There was no way to stop the collision now, and I let go of my sail, hearing it splash into the water. Robbie's eyes met mine, full of terror and recognition as his boat crashed into me, and everything went dark.

`` Andrew said and passed another road that looked like a local road and they followed us and just as we were about to leave the road a car coming from the opposite direction drifted towards us to block us in a horizontal line. "I am going through Ma.. Tighten your seatbelt" He said and I tightened it with fear. Andrew increased the speed of our car and collided with the drifting car as it flew above our head and somersaulted three times colliding with the White car that had been chasing us. "Are you okay ma?" he asked after the heavy hit on the car as ruined the front of our car and shook me aggressively. "Yeah" I replied after getting myself. "I told you.. I got this, ``he said.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

His stride shifted, and his body angled toward me. I didn’t flinch. Silent killers don’t panic. We observe. We wait. So, I kept running, my heart beating a little harder now, but not from the jog. I didn’t look at him directly, but I could feel him getting closer, his footsteps syncing with mine. Before I knew it, we were both heading straight toward each other. Neither of us slowed down. It was as if we were testing who would stop first. Then—bam! We collided. My shoulder bumped into his, hard enough to knock me slightly off balance. My headphones slipped off and hit the ground with a dull thud. I stopped, breathing heavily, my eyes locked on the man now standing in front of me.

The sky above the City of Forgotten Authors split open. Black pages began falling like snow. Wherever they touched the ground... roads disappeared. Buildings crumbled into blank paper. Entire streets were erased from existence. The dark Adrian extended one hand. "Come." "You've spent your whole life searching for the truth." "So have I." "It's time..." "...for us to become one again." The White Book suddenly turned to its final page. For the first time... there were no words. Only a single question. WHICH ADRIAN IS THE REAL AUTHOR?

Damien’s eyes glittered. “And that,” he whispered, “is exactly why I’m not letting her go.” He lifted the gun again this time aiming not at Lucian but at Marek beside the car. Lucian reacted first. He shoved Elara behind him charged forward and slammed into Damien just as he fired. Another shot. Glass shattered. Snow exploded upward. Lucian and Damien collided hard, crashing into the alley wall. Damien’s gun flew from his grip. The two men struggled raw strength against trained brutality.