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Chapter 20: Hunting with Dad
Sydney New York City settled into its nightly chaos around me as I trudged down the street to the meeting point. I had to be dropped off on the other side of the city, far away from the safety of lights and people. Here, the sounds of cars honking, the sirens, the people—it was all muted as if in a dream. Or a nightmare. Shadows crept along the sidewalk, skulking between the warehouse along the river. Moonlight glistened over the water, swallowed by the darkness beneath the calm waves. It smelled like salt this far to the west, the light breeze carrying the sea over land. It would have been peaceful had I not been about to meet up with the devil himself. My steps slowed as I neared the location he’d sent me, glancing around nervously. This had to be the right place. It seemed like h
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