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Run on Shadow's Edge

Forensic Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of murders but the events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally need to run towards the shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below. -------- Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him? The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about. "Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms. "I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room." Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock. Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down. "What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments. "What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine." Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A T-I-M-E machine.

ags2020b · Romance
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154 Chs

The Bad News

"Kyle Reading Found! Buy now! The Palindrome Journal!" The newsboy shouted on the street as hordes of spectators bought the newspaper. Everywhere that the newspaper was sold, people lined up to read the hottest news in town.

Susana Reading just alighted from the rented carriage when people began to look at her. She proceeded to the funeral house of Garlan Peel to seek their help in managing his husband's remains. Even as she walked inside the office, people couldn't help but look at her.

"I am here for Mr. Peel." She told the man on the information desk.

The man nodded and stood up. "Please take a seat, Mrs. Reading. I will find Mr. Peel in the back room."

The funeral house had rows of chairs with an old corporate office ambiance as people typed their transactions in their heavy-duty typewriters. Susana saw The Palindrome Journal on the table and was amazed by the headline. She was about to read it, but she heard someone clearing his throat behind her.