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I replied, my voice far steadier than I felt. He stood up. Slowly. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” “I didn’t expect to see you here either.” I laughed once, brittle and humorless. “Miami’s smaller than I thought.” He nodded, but his eyes never left mine. “Four years.” “Four and some change, but who is counting?.” There was a long pause and the room suddenly was too bright, the air too still. I clutched my portfolio like it could shield me. “I had no idea this company was yours.”

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Her body convulsed once, twice, then exploded into dust. Gone. Just like that. The sound that came out of me wasn’t even human. I slapped my hand over my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut, but it didn’t matter. The image burned behind my eyelids—her vanishing mid-step, her clothes disintegrating before they even hit the ground. The Game Master chuckled. “Precision, my dears,” it let out. “Precision is everything.” The next name flickered. “Number 0449.” A man this time. Big, broad-shouldered, maybe in his thirties. He muttered something under his breath and stepped up.

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And for the first time in four days, I sleep without dreaming of running. End of Chapter 139

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“Izzy-bee, mo bhean, I’m so sorry!” A spike of anxiety sliced into him like a spear point as she struggled desperately to get out of the linen that was twisted around her legs. She was gasping and choking back sobs as she struggled to free herself and also cover herself. Hoping to ease her panic, Gair tried to put a bit of space between them by slipping off the far side of the bed. Giving up the idea of covering, Izzy stumbled out of bed on the opposite side from him and lurched for the door to the hidden passage. She clawed at the stones, gasping and sobbing until she managed to pull it open and fling herself inside, pulling the stone shut again behind her.

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Both men were as confused as I was, and completely unaware of what number was on the next door. We located the door which held the number four only after we had walked past every door in the hallway. It was the last door, and would serve as my bedroom for the next—three, four or five days. Who knows for how long I would survive here. I dragged in a deep breath to fill my suddenly constricted lungs but all I felt was a sharp pain tearing through my chest and ribs. I was more terrified of the fact that I would realize more terrifying truths, and live through more terrifying events.