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Chapter 50: The Red light District

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The 'ON AIR' sign was a bleeding rectangle of light in the darkness of Studio 4. My vision was blurring, the edges of the mixing console beginning to warp and melt as the 'Sequence 7' frequency vibrated through my bones.

"Julian!" I screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the thick foam of the acoustic panels.

Behind the reinforced glass of the producer’s booth, Julian was locked in a brutal, silent struggle with Okey. The security guard moved with the terrifying, jerky efficiency of a puppet
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