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... p> The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime — a deceptively gentle sound, the calm before a storm I hadn’t yet noticed. I stepped over the threshold into Sophia’s apartment — or rather, our apartment now — and something in the air immediately shifted.
Not wrong, no. Just... watched. The sensation crept along my spine like a teasing whisper, warm and eerie, as though the walls themselves had grown eyes.
Someone was staring at me — no, she was. I didn’t need to look. I knew t ...
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