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"Okay, Atlas. What do you want me to do?"

Atlas raised both of his hands and shrugged. "I don't know; maybe we should stick together. You think they could kill two people at once? I don't think so."

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You sighed. But you knew Atlas had a point. The killer has a pattern of striking their victims when they are alone. You pulled out your phone. "Fine, let me text my mom."

Atlas released a shaky sigh. "God, what is happening? We've got this mysterious stuff we're figuring out, and now we have a serial killer on the loose."

"Mom said yes," you said.

"What did you tell her?"

You shrugged. "Does it matter? Where to now?"

"Home—I mean, the Forest Ranger Station."

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