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THE FIRST THREAD
The jacket hit the evidence table with a dull thud.Too heavy for fabric.Too quiet for something that should have told a story.Detective Mira stared at it longer than protocol allowed.James noticed.“You’re thinking the same thing I am,” he said, setting his coffee down untouched.Mira didn’t look up.“This doesn’t feel like a kidnapping,” she said. “And it doesn’t feel like a rescue either.”James frowned. “Then what does it feel like?”Mira exhaled slowly.“A return.”---The lab lights hummed as the jacket was photographed from every angle.Sleeves.Stitching.Lining.Seams.Nothing screamed brand.Nothing pointed to origin.Too clean.Too careful.James leaned over the table. “No fibers from a vehicle. No dirt from outside the city. No traceable scent markers.”Mira ran a gloved finger along the inner seam.“And no DNA,” she added quietly. “Not even touch DNA. Whoever wore this knew how to erase themselves.”James straightened.“Or,” he muttered before he could stop himself, “t
THE JACKET LEFT BEHIND
Thomas Evans didn’t sleep.He sat at the kitchen table long after dawn, hands wrapped around a mug that had gone cold, eyes fixed on the hallway leading to Claire’s room.Every few minutes, he listened.Breathing.Movement.Silence.She was there.That was what mattered.But questions pressed in from every side, heavy and relentless.At sunrise, he stood and reached for his phone.---The CallDetective Mira answered on the second ring.“Evans residence,” Thomas said quietly. “This is Thomas Evans.”There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end.“Mr. Evans,” Mira said carefully. “Is this about—”“Claire is home.”Silence.Then—“She’s alive?” Detective James’s voice cut in, unmistakably urgent.“Yes,” Thomas said. “She came back last night. She was asleep on our porch.”Mira’s voice softened but sharpened at the same time.“We’re on our way. Do not let anyone else in the house. Do not touch anything she was brought in with.”Thomas glanced toward the living room, where Mara sat
THE CHILD WHO CAME HOME SILENT
The night was quiet.Too quiet.The Evans house looked exactly the same as it always had—warm lights behind drawn curtains, the porch lamp flickering softly like it did every night Claire was gone.As if the house itself had been waiting.Across the street, hidden in the shadows, Leo stood alone.Claire was bundled in his arms, fast asleep. Her face was peaceful now, lashes resting against her cheeks, unaware of how close she had come to never seeing this house again.Leo’s body burned with pain. His wounds were barely holding together. Blood soaked through his clothes.None of it mattered.Claire was home.He crossed the street silently and stopped at the edge of the porch.For a long moment, he just stood there, staring at the door.This was as far as he could go.He gently lowered Claire onto the porch, wrapping her in his jacket to keep her warm. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering just a second too long.“You're save now."He straightened quickly befo
THE THRONE BENEATH THE WORLD
The passage downward was not carved.It was hollowed.Stone walls curved unnaturally, as though the earth itself had been peeled back by something ancient and deliberate. The air grew colder with every step Lewis took behind the Unknown Man, yet beneath the chill was heat—alive, pulsing, breathing.The underground did not sleep.It watched.Lewis said nothing. He didn’t ask where they were going. He didn’t ask what waited below.He already knew.This was power.Not Dominic’s brittle empire of fear and bloodlines—but something older. Something patient.The tunnel opened into a vast subterranean chamber.Lewis stopped.His breath caught.The cavern stretched farther than sight could follow, its ceiling lost in shadow. Pillars of stone rose like broken ribs from the ground. Between them—movement.Creatures.Figures half-formed.Bodies suspended in iron frames and liquid-filled pits, their shapes shifting, bones elongating, mouths opening in silent screams. Some were newly turned—still hu
GHOSTS DON'T ANSWER QUESTIONS
The rain hadn’t stopped all nightIt traced slow lines down the windshield, blurring the city into streaks of red and gold as Detective Mira sat behind the wheel of her unmarked car.Someone was in the passenger seat.She felt it before she saw him.“You know,” she said calmly, eyes still on the road,“most people knock.”The man beside her didn’t move.Didn’t flinch.“I never was most people,” he replied.Her hands tightened on the steering wheel.That voice.Her breath caught before she could stop it.She turned.And the world tilted.“…Lucian?”He sat exactly as she remembered — too still, too composed, eyes watching everything without looking at anything at all.Alive.Impossible.Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs.“No,” she whispered. “No, you’re dead.”Lucian didn’t smile.“I hear that a lot.”--Mira shoved the car into park.“You disappeared,” she said, voice shaking now.“You were declared dead. Closed casket. No body. No explanation.”Lucian looked away.“I didn’t
HUNTER AND SHADOWS
The city woke to sirens.Red and blue lights washed over rain-slick streets as police cruisers cut through traffic, radios crackling with fragments of the same name over and over again.Evans.Missing child.Promise made.Man unidentified.At headquarters, Detective Mira stood before a corkboard layered with photographs, maps, and handwritten notes. Claire Evans’ picture sat at the center—wide eyes, soft smile, a child who had vanished into a nightmare no one could explain.Mira exhaled slowly.“He said he’d bring her back,” she murmured. “And then vanished.”Her partner frowned. “You think he’s real?”Mira’s gaze hardened.“Oh, he’s real,” she said. “And he knew too much.”Too much about things no normal civilian should know.And every lead—every camera, every witness—ended the same way.A man with sharp eyes.A calm voice.And no record of ever existing.Lucian.They didn’t know his name yet.But they were getting close.---Across the city, far from police lights and paperwork, Rhe
