For several seconds, the only sound in the hallway was breathing—shallow, uneven, terrified. Even Edwin seemed to shrink back into himself, the eerie calm that had clung to him now trembling at the edges.

Georgie whispered what everyone else was thinking:

“Gittins is dead.”

But Edwin shook his head slowly, eyes fixed upward.

“He never died,” he murmured.
“Not really. He just went… above.”

Riggs mouthed the word silently.

“Above?”

A floorboard groaned overhead.
The long corridor ceiling trembled with each slow, measured step.

Samson tightened her grip on Josie until the girl whimpered.

Don recovered first.

“Everyone move,” he ordered under his breath. “Ba...

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