What’s going on?
For the first time since his bizarre discovery, Mark felt a small sense of relief. The café was in sight, and his aunt had assured him they could speak freely there. It felt like a brief sanctuary from the madness that had unfolded. Mark pushed the door open and stepped inside, scanning the room. He quickly spotted Aunt Marcia sitting alone in a corner booth, staring out the window with a worried expression.
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