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Harrison asked, wanting to go in. It was the same doctor who took care of the Chairman when he slumped in the Monroe's mansion. Lyra knew something was wrong with the look on the doctor's face. “Mr. Stephen Monroe was declared dead on October 7, 2023, at 5:14 pm," The doctor announced. The General Secretary's eyes lips up, a wide grin spreading across his face. “The Chairman's dead?"

Elder Gaius offered, but the elders declined. "Alright, talk then," Richard urged, his patience wearing thin. "What's so important that you had to interrupt my... discussion with my father?" Elder Maori cleared his throat before speaking. "Well, Declan is dead, with no trace," he said, his voice gravey. Richard's eyes widened in shock, and he sat up straight in his chair. "What?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising. Fabian's eyes also widened, his expression unreadable.

My hands were trembling as I flipped through the pages, the scent of old paper and ink filling my senses. I had already read the coroner's report. I had already seen Elder Crowe's signature. But now, I wasn't looking for the cause of death. I was looking for a date. I began to scan the administrative logs of the previous pack, the records of the deaths that had occurred in the months leading up to my father's passing. My eyes darted across the lines of cramped, elegant script. Death of Martha Grey... accidental fall...Death of Thomas Reed... old age...Death of Elena Vance...

I opened the document bag and pulled out the report. At the bottom of the page, a single sentence had been printed in black ink. Reason for Account Closure: Cardholder Deceased.

The whole hand looked dead. Barry's hand was rotting.

Extinction: Wish of Vengence. Side Effect on the user: Taking Whole of user’s lifespan. Description: Last Wish (Note: The Side Effect on the user can be Change depending on the Hold’s mastery.) That’s what I saw when the letter finally formed in the air … “I’m going to take you back to your bed Kali, so shut up.” Death commands me while talking to me using TeleCom…

At this time, Callan's lips were already purple, his teeth were closed, and even his eyes tightened. Maybe others didn't know about this. How could Nick, the No. 1 killer of Canada, who had gone through countless life and death experiences, not know about this? Master Handerson was poisoned! How could this be? How could Master Handerson lay here awkwardly with his ability? His backpack was missing. Moreover, where was Third Young Mistress? Did Master Handerson find her? How... how could he fall without finding her?

"I've got the pit fighter. Died six hours ago. Meets all specifications." "Should we sell to them?" "Five thousand pounds is significant money. And refusing the Hermetic Order creates problems. They've got Parliamentary connections." I make the decision. "Prepare the body. Full preservation. Deliver it tonight." Tom nods and gets to work. I return to my filing system. Two hundred years of records. Every supernatural death in London documented in these cabinets. Names, dates, causes, circumstances. Some files are thin. Others are thick with decades of accumulated information. I pull three specific files. The ones I've been updating most frequently.

His face was pale, lifeless, but unmistakable. “Oh, Moon Goddess…” My breathing quickened. I turned to the next table, Elder Cora. Then another, Elder Finn. Every missing elder… every one of them was here. I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a fallen clipboard. It was a journal. With trembling hands, I picked it up. The first page was filled with notes, dates, and names. Each entry listed a death. Each death was labeled “silenced.” “No…” I whispered, flipping through the pages faster, but my fingers shook too much to hold them steady. “This… this can’t be real…”

“Escaping will be impossible, because we'll be leaving the country soon.” “What?” I scoffed. “Look.” She gestured to the flat screen TV on the wall and smiled. I watched and listened with a heavy heart as I read the headlines : “Prominent businessman and former CEO of The Booker Legacy Group, Caden Booker, has died at the age of 27.” No. This can't be!