The text had come in the middle of the night. It ignited the screen and rattled the phone with an urgent fury, but alerted no one except for the carpet the phone lay on while it charged.
The screen glowed defiantly after the rattling ceased, but still the text failed to rouse any human attention. Eventually, the screen winked to black, shrouding the message, a message that had it been timely fetched, might’ve altered everything.
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