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... steps echoed through the hallways.
No voices stirred the stillness.
Even the familiar hum of the refrigerator downstairs seemed faint, as though muffled by the thick night.
Billy’s eyes fluttered open slowly. He hadn’t truly slept. Not in the way that refreshes or heals. Instead, he had drifted — caught somewhere between wakefulness and dreams, where memories tangled with shadows.
A soft breeze slipped through the crack of the half-open window, tugging at the edge ...
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