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... n. Just the dull hum of swamp insects and the occasional plop of something slipping beneath the murky water outside.
I couldn’t sleep. That in itself wasn’t unusual.
But the reason I couldn’t sleep this time wasn’t just paranoia.
It was instinct.
There was something off about this place. Not cursed, not magical—just wrong. The kind of wrong that made your skin itch and your instincts scream that something was watching from behind the trees.
And maybe it wa ...
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