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Previously

…It was only the beginning of a new, more terrifying phase. Zyir was out there, somewhere, his hunger unquenched, his dark compulsions still driving him. And Miller, battered and bruised, was left to pick up the pieces, to chase a ghost through the labyrinthine streets of a city that seemed to breed monsters. The hunt was far from over. It had, in fact, just entered its most dangerous chapter. The rain had stopped, but the chill in the air remained, a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface. And the knowledge that Zyir was still out there, free, was a weight that settled deep within Miller’s soul, a premonition of horrors yet to come.