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Max Speaks

They raced back, bursting into daylight. But they weren’t alone. Max stood in the church, eyes vacant, whispering again. But this time Carla recognized the word—it matched the symbol from her dream. “It was a call,” she realized. “A command to open.” Max turned slowly. “You shouldn’t have gone down there,” he said. “Now it’s awake. And it’s listening.”
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