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... y carried by the salty wind. It was the kind of laughter that didn't belong to a man—no, it was something unhinged, something monstrous. He lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each manic breath, and I stood over him, my fists clenched.
His eyes—burning red like embers—locked onto me, and yet, he didn't stop laughing.
Something was wrong.
The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. A gut feeling. An instinct buried deep in my bones. Like the whisper ...
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