53: Into the Temple - Part 3

Liam adjusted his sweatshirt and rubbed his neck, still feeling a phantom weight where the collar had been. 

The rush of magic flowing through his veins made him feel alive again, sharper and more alert. But this wasn't the time to celebrate his minor victory. He needed a phone—badly.

His eyes darted across the lobby, scanning for a reception desk or any public phone booth. The lavish surroundings felt strange to him now, as though everything had shifted slightly. 

The ornate chandeliers sparkled too brightly, and the polished floors seemed to reflect shadows that shouldn't be there. Something about the air was heavier, like it pressed against his skin.

Pushing the strange feeling aside, Liam spotted a hallway to his left. It was dimly lit and empty, a contrast to the bustling lobby.