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"Remember to come and report for work on the first of the month, Mr. Gavin Carter. And don't be late." After listening to the other person on the line, I responded politely and said, "I understand, and I will be there on time. Thank you." I recalled Jett Leroy's arrogant face this morning as I hung up, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to laugh out loud. He still didn't know that I'd already found myself a new job at the Audit Commission, and I had already been planning to resign over the next two days anyway.

“Is it not enough that you killed my sister? Now, you’re trying to kill another person who’s important to me? Aspen, am I too forgiving toward you?” Brandon’s words felt like poison to my system. “Well? Speak!” The current was numbing my body. A sense of hopelessness rose in me. However, he did not seem like he was going to stop. “Mr. Fuller, if you continue to shock Ms. Anderson, she might really die… Should we tone it down?” His assistant could not help but voice up. “Shut up!” Brandon kicked his assistant. “She’s all mine. You don’t have to worry about her.”

"I'm going to tell them that the audit is over, and now we have to learn how to be broken together." ​I gripped the cold metal of the broadcast stand. The mercury in my veins gave one last, faint throb, acting as a final bridge to the galaxy. ​"This is Dr. Elara of the Ninth Core," I began, my voice carrying across the light-years, fueled by the dying heat of the mountain. "The High Archive is gone. The silence is broken. You are no longer data points. You are survivors. If you can hear this, find your own heartbeat. Forge your own noise. We are the architects of the wreckage now."

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

My nerves pick up a cold sensation running through my body over the heat when a new person-Dustin-wraps a wet blanket around me. I’m literally burning in hell, a hell a signed up for. You never know the shit you get yourself into until at the climax of it all. Through my silent screams, I realise how at this very point there’s no going back. I played with the dust, now my lungs are as fragile as a raw egg. “Ria! Ria, stay with me,” Devlin’s voice becomes more lucid. “You need to go back and stop him, brother,” says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice.

While the left stared at us, wide with fear, the right flitted around the room, drinking in everything almost eagerly. I glanced at Nova, who was frozen in place, then whispered. “Sterling.” My voice must’ve triggered the thing within him because the eye that had been scouring the room snapped over to my face. His jaw unhinged and a voice blasted into the room. “What is done must never be undone.” It crackled, “What is done must never be undone. What is done must never be undone. What is done must never be undone. What is done must never be undone.”

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

"Deal. But remember, don't try and pull one over me. I can't promise she'll stay intact if you do. She might lose a finger or two." The call ended. However, Dad was much calmer than he had been before. He stared into the distance, his eyes unreadable. Soon, the day of the exchange arrived. Yannis accompanied him to an abandoned warehouse. As instructed, Dad only had to slip the agreement under the door of the warehouse and leave. Just as they turned to leave, Dad struck Yannis, knocking him unconscious. I was stunned for a moment. I watched as Dad kicked open the old, decrepit door of the warehouse and dragged Yannis in.

Ace coldly said. "Boss?" A deeply masculine voice rang over the phone. The tone was filled with reverence. "Continue searching," Ace ordered. There was silence for a moment. "But sir... he is..." Ace clenched his fist tight, breaking the last cigarette in his hand. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes darkened. "Enough." He mumbled. "Okay. Okay. I will get to it right away." The man replied. Ace exhaled and ended the call. Ian couldn't be dead.

"Take us back to our son! Close the book and let us live in the silence!" "I can't take you back, Silas," the Author said, his voice dropping to a low, melodic vibration. "The 'Reader' has already 'Completed' the purchase. To the system, your story is 'Closed Content'. If I send you back now, you'll be 'Static'—a glitch that the next 'Update' will delete."