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Flint quickly pulled on a shirt and walked to his own window, heart beating fast. “What is it?” he whispered back. Fiona glanced around nervously, her voice low.
“It’s back. I saw that thing hovering around your apartment just now. I lost sight of it, but I’m sure it followed you home.” Flint felt a chill run through him.
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