He thought it was just another late evening, the kind where you dismiss a faint, sour smell and trust it will fade by dawn. But this one thickened, clung to curtains and clothes, and turned each quiet corner into a place he no longer recognized. Friends offered harmless explanations, yet the dread only deepened. When he finally swung the hammer into the wall, what spilled out rewrote everything he believed about his hom… Continues…
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