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They told him they would see him again. Marcus Reyes still remembers the voice in his head.

Not his voice, something else. Something that spoke without sound, directly into whatever

part of him could understand language. They had finished their examination, inserted something

into the back of his neck, and then that voice, calm as a surgeon explaining a procedure,

told him they would return for him. That was six years ago. Marcus still drives

trucks for a living. He still touches the scar on his neck when he thinks no one is watching,

and every night, he wonders if tonight is the night they keep their promise. Welcome to Lady

E's Dark Tales. I am Mr. Grey. Uh, dear listeners, tonight begins a