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Elias dragged it into his e-reader. As the first page loaded, the temperature in his apartment seemed to spike. He checked the thermostat—72 degrees—but sweat began to bead on his forehead. He sat in his mismatched IKEA chair, the
Chapter One, the screen read. The heat was the first thing Elias noticed when he opened the file. Elias didn't turn around
The cursor hovered over the flickering button: .
Elias reached for his glasses, but the heat was already too much. He didn't see the shadow move in the hallway behind him. He didn't realize that "Moordende hitte"—Murderous Heat—wasn't just a title. It was a manual.
The air in the room grew heavy, shimmering with a sudden, localized humidity. Elias looked at his glasses on the desk. He wasn't wearing them. He reached for them, but his hand stopped mid-air.