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... me, it wasn't fear. It was energy.
Static crawled beneath his skin, invisible but alive, like a storm bottled up inside him, itching to be unleashed. Every breath he took felt heavier, charged, like the air itself was waiting for something.
He was alone in his room, the lights off and curtains drawn. The memory of the silver-furred creature still clung to him—its glowing eyes, its presence pressing into his mind like a brand he couldn't erase. He could still feel it. Watching. Wa ...
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