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Arthur Vance didn't even flinch at Sarah’s explanation. He didn't turn back, his stride steady and purposeful as he carried Yvonne Blue toward the exit of the rusted factory.

"Arthur! Stand still!"

The scream that ripped from Sarah’s throat was jagged, raw with a decade of suppressed pain. Finally, Arthur’s footsteps faltered. He stopped, but his voice, when it came, was a blade of pure