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Chapter 76 - The Hunter Becomes the Hunted
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Wilson, though shaken, masks his turmoil with a hardened resolve, his gaze narrowing as Chloe’s words echo in his mind. The revelation she delivered cuts through him like a cold blade, unsettling yet undeniable. He nods slowly, his agreement reluctant but necessary. "Tell Dr. Percy to come see me," he mutters, his voice laced with an undercurrent of unease. "We really need to talk."Chloe, understanding the weight of his command, meets his gaze with a solemn nod. Without hesitation, she scoops Valentine into her arms, her movements fluid and precise. Then, in a blur of motion, she vanishes into the forest, her departure as swift and startling as a bolt of lightning. The trees seem to shudder in her wake, the air crackling with the energy of her exit.The once-chaotic symphony of the forest fades, replaced by an eerie stillness that clings to the air like a fog. Every rustle of leaves, every distant cry of a nocturnal creature, seems to have been swallowed by the silence, as though the
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