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            <title>10 &#8211; The Invitation</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[“It is a trap.” “Of course it is a trap. How could it not be a trap?” “Nobody just invites all their enemies to one place for a chat. I guarantee the food is poisoned, the spikes in the pitfalls are sharpened, and the ceiling will collapse to turn all of us into Hunter sandwiches.” Erika glanced over, frowning at Rick before shaking her…]]></description>
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            <title>09 &#8211; i &#8211; The Strategist</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[“The Prescient’s abilities continue to perplex, and the nature of The Director’s genius remains shrouded in mystery.” The Strategist leaned back in his seat, ruminating on the report he had received. While it was true that The Stalker was not particularly adept at the art of writing reports—the entire thing was written as if it were a middle school book essay—her lack of practice…]]></description>
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            <title>08 &#8211; Precaution Upon Precaution</title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[The Castle’s lounge looked every part the comfortable venue for a posh party in the late nineteen twenties. Dark wood panels climbed the walls, polished to a sheen in the flickering incandescent light. Large portraits filled empty space, their occupants staring down with grave expressions. A phonograph on a table set to low volume put a layer of swing under the heavy tension in…]]></description>
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            <title>07 &#8211; Interview with a Mimic</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Erika stepped into the clone’s interrogation room, accompanied by The Maid. Her eyes trailed over the fake Anna, searching for any hint of deception, of any sign of a beguiling nature hidden under those familiar features. It was the first time she had seen this Anna without the mirrored glass in the way. Not a single twitch on Anna’s annoyed face looked out of…]]></description>
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            <title>06 &#8211; Seeing Double</title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[In a game of spot the difference, Erika figured the best solution involved blurring her eyes—going cross-eyed like she was looking at a Magic Eye illusion—at which point the differences would jump out. In a picture of a room, the potted plant overlaid on top of a stack of books became obvious when they were laid on top of each other. Not that she…]]></description>
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            <title>05 &#8211; Fortress of Doors</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Erika stalked down the halls of the asylum, accompanied by The Butler, The Maid, and one of The Mind’s creepy monster things. “Ahead, next left hall, immediate left door,” the monster spoke, words dripping from its maw. “You should find yourself in the atrium.” Should, he said. The hostile architecture of the asylum fought against its owners and was only kept stable by The…]]></description>
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            <title>04 &#8211; Tracking Down Those Who Hide</title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[If asked to explain her thoughts, Erika wasn’t sure she would be able to say anything. This was the first look she had gotten of the ghost. Every other instance where she appeared, she vanished the moment Erika actually managed to focus on her. The pale woman sat, hunched, with her hands in her lap. Her hair hung in long strands all around her…]]></description>
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            <title>03 &#8211; A Meeting of the Minds</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[The asylum hadn’t changed since Erika last visited. A liminal space of branching hallways and corridors stretched off in every direction. Old hardwood floors warped in a way that gave the ground texture, with occasional hard bumps that made Daniel stumble. The occasional incandescent bulbs dangling from a lone cable were the only sources of light, making the shadows loom large in every corner.…]]></description>
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            <title>02 &#8211; Lures and Bait</title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Erika spun a pencil around her thumb over and over again, switched to flipping it between her fingers, then spun it around her thumb once more. Growing irritated, she cracked her neck back and forth before snapping the pencil in two. Her watch spun just a little faster as it absorbed the ripples, but a quick pull on time dumped them right where she…]]></description>
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            <title>01 &#8211; Celebrations</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Glasses clinked together, cheers echoed around the fancy bar, laughter rang out, and Rick sat with his shoulders hunched and a cardboard tube clutched on his lap. He felt sick. It wasn’t the alcohol—he wasn’t drinking anything but a plain, old-fashioned Coke tonight. He usually avoided drinking in public, maybe having one single light drink, but no more. Tonight was no different, not even…]]></description>
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