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It started with a ringtone. Not her normal one. Not even one she recognized. Just three soft chimes. Then silence. Ava stared at the burner phone she hadn't touched in days. She hadn't even turned it on. It wasn't supposed to work anymore. But there it was. Lit up. Glowing. One message. From a blocked number. One word: > "Midnight." Then a second p