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From the moment the gavel fell in the courtroom that day, sealing my father’s fate, every step I’d taken was with the singular focus of seeing him freed. And that journey had led me to exactly where I stood.

In the distance, an abandoned farmhouse sat ominously, beckoning me to it. I knew that beyond its front door, the vengeance I’d craved for so long awaited me. Vengeance for the innocence the Advocatus Diaboli had stolen from me. For the pain he’d caused.

For my father.

For Dawson.

Standing there in the dark of night, with only the dim light spilling through the front windows of the eerie house to show the way, I thought about the monster waiting inside. I knew in the marrow of my bones that only one of us would be leaving there alive—that my story with the AD was about to come to a conclusion.

That one way or another, it would end now.