Fear hit before reason could breathe. In that dim stairwell, every echo of his footsteps became a headline, every shadow a weapon, every second a countdown. I had already imagined the worst—my body found, my name reduced to a cautionary tale. But the truth waiting when I turned around was quieter, stranger, and far more disarming than any nightmar… Continues…
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