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... e!”

“Seventeen...?! Are you sure about that number? Could it be a counting error?”

“Yes. Oh! The count just went up to 20.”

Members of the Field Exploration Team, deployed earlier in the day into a high-risk Darkness, had suddenly returned in droves.

This unexpected turn of events completely paralyzed any immediate response.

“They said all the case studies were done and that they’d escape in small, sequential groups. What on earth is this?”

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