Calling Dalton
When daylight finally arrived, Arthur grabbed his phone, his fingers trembling as he scrolled to Dalton’s number. He pressed “call,” his breath held tight in his chest. But the line didn’t even ring. Instead, a flat, mechanical voice informed him the number was no longer in service. His brow furrowed, and he tried again, desperate for a mistake. But the result was the same. “No,” he muttered, staring at the phone. “That’s not possible.”
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