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... thing living. I could have sworn I saw it swirling in the beige beverage, dark tendrils curling through the liquid like smoke, and the wrongness of it made my stomach turn even as my hands trembled around the warm ceramic. The cup felt almost comforting against my palms, and that terrified me more than anything else—the fact that I was considering it, that some part of me wanted the easy way out badly enough to ignore every instinct screaming that this was wrong.
I lifted the cup slowly, ...
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