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Jackson was already halfway to his car before he realised he was running. People turned to look at him as he pushed through the revolving doors of the hotel, but he didn't notice their curious glances. His entire focus remained on the phone pressed tightly against his ear, desperately hoping to hear his mentor's voice again. Instead, all he heard was silence. Not the peaceful kind. The suffocating kind. The kind that settled over a conversation when something had gone terribly wrong. "Master?" Nothing. "Master, answer me." Still nothing. Jackson stopped beside his car, his breathing becoming uneven as he pulled the phone away from his ear to check whether the call had disconnected. It hadn't. The line was still active. "Master." A faint crackle. Then... The call ended. Jackso
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