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Chapter 9: The Monsters That Remember
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The city didn’t calm down after the sirens faded. It only pretended to.

Mark felt it as they moved through the crowds, an unnatural stillness beneath the noise, like an animal holding its breath. People shouted, phones recorded, police cordons snapped into place. But under it all was a tremor, a low-frequency unease that crawled along Mark’s spine.

“They’ll blame a gas explosion,” the boy said casually as they ducked into a side street. “Or a meth lab. Humans are very creative when they’re scar
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