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The first time Ellis Vaughn disappeared, his mother found his electric-blue Plymouth Satellite parked neatly in the driveway, engine still warm, keys dangling from the ignition like a dare. Inside, the radio was stuck on a preacher howling about the Mark of the Beast, the needle forever frozen at 1…

The first time Ellis Vaughn disappeared, his mother found his electric-blue Plymouth Satellite parked neatly in the driveway, engine still warm, keys dangling from the ignition like a dare. Inside, the radio was stuck on a preacher howling about the Mark of the Beast, the needle forever frozen at 13:13—though no station had ever broadcast at that frequency. Ellis himself was nowhere, not for three days, until he staggered back into town wearing someone else’s blood on his shirt and whispering ab