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Silas picked it up. The surface was cold, sending a sharp shiver up his spine. As his thumb pressed against the center of the glass, the device came to life. It didn't light up. Instead, it pulsed. A low, rhythmic frequency that Silas didn't hear with his ears, but felt in his chest. He closed his eyes.
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