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The next morning, a frantic knock shattered the peace.
Lucas, still damp from what was clearly another cold shower, opened the door.
The head of Silverwood security stood there, his face pale.
“Mr. Silverlake, there’s been an incident! We received an urgent message from the Bloodmoons—”
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