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... eached the door, he knocked softly.

"Amber? Chloe? It’s me, Karl."

There was a brief shuffle before the door creaked open. Amber stood there, her face pale and her hair disheveled. "Karl... thanks for coming." Her voice was weak, barely above a whisper.

Karl stepped inside, and the state of the room hit him immediately. It was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the air felt stale. A few empty plates and bottles were scattered on the small table, and Chloe was slumped on t ...

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