Whispers Of Fog

    The   rain   continued   its   relentless   assault   on   the   city,   mirroring the turmoil brewing within Adrian. Elise's story, though harrowing, had only scratched the surface. The true extent of the Revenants' reach, their power, remained shrouded in mystery, a chilling unknown that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew, instinctively, that the events of the warehouse were not the culmination of their campaign; rather,   they   were   merely   a   prelude   to   something   far   more sinister. He just had to figure out what.   Their quiet vigil was shattered by a jarring ring of the telephone. Adrian answered, his voice low and controlled, masking   the   growing   unease   he   felt.   The   voice   on   the   other end was crisp, efficient, devoid of any emotion. It was a woman's   voice,   smooth   as ...

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  The muffled voices grew louder, closer. Adrian could now distinguish   fragments   of   words   –   snippets   of   a   conversation laced   with   fear   and   urgency.   He   pressed   himself   against   the cold, damp wall, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He was certain Elise was in that room, but he couldn't be sure what state she was in. He strained his ears, trying to decipher the meaning behind the words. The fear was palpable, clinging to him like the damp air of the warehouse.   Suddenly, a sharp, metallic clang echoed from within the room,   followed   by   a   stifled   cry.   Adrian’s   breath   hitched   in his throat. That sound – the sharp metallic clang was the sound   of   a   struggle.   The   cry   that   followed   -   a   desperate   plea for help. ...