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With trembling hands, Darnell opened the Agency's office. Hallway after hallway was filled with the chirping of ceiling lamps that were just about to illuminate the work of those who were going to arrive here. Darnell reached the open space and stopped. He had no idea what to do next. If he was right, Mayerson was starting the ritual right now. And nobody knew where. Madeleine was in danger, but Darnell could do nothing to help her. A wave of helpless despair washed over him. Darnell walked slowly to his office door and unlocked it. He entered and turned on the light, closing the door behind him. Turning, he shuddered: Cyril was sitting inside with his back to him. “Do you live in my office?” Darnell asked. The demon snorted dubiously in response, without turning around. He did not move
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