CHAPTER 205
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The sound of boots echoed down the corridor. Guards rushed through the narrow passage, their flashlights slicing through the darkness as they reached Cell 57—and froze.

The heavy iron door hung open, the hinges warped and blackened as if exposed to unbearable heat. Chains lay scattered across the floor, melting and fused to the concrete. A faint shimmer—like the residue of lightning—lingered in the air.

One of the guards swallowed hard. "Sir... what the hell happened here? It looks like something from a sci-fi movie hit here!"

The warden stepped forward, his eyes narrowing st the sight, "This cell was sealed. There's no way he—"

"I can't believe Jeffery Flamel is gone," another guard interrupted, his voice breaking slightly. "We checked every camera feed. He didn't leave through the corridors. He didn't even open the door. He just... vanished."

The warden's jaw tightened, "Pull the surveillance."

The guard held up the tablet, shaking. The footage played: Jeffery sitting motionless on
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