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Time had lost all meaning in the crushing dampness of the cellar. Chloe Bishop felt her consciousness fraying at the edges, the cold beginning to lull her into a dangerous, hypnotic lethargy. Through the fog of sleep, she heard it—a faint, rhythmic rasping of her name echoing from the lightless void at the end of the corridor.

"Chloe... Chloe..."

She scrambled to her feet