Prologue

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The night had a weight to it. The kind of oppressive, suffocating stillness that only comes when something is lurking just beyond the reach of the senses. Sarah sat up in bed, her eyes wide open, ears straining to catch every small sound. The darkness outside her window was thicker than usual like the world was holding its breath.

She rubbed her eyes, the word soon flashing behind her eyelids every time they closed.

It had started with the nightmares—vague, shifting images of shadowy figures moving just outside her peripheral vision. They never made sense, never lingered long enough for her to understand. But the feeling they left behind was unmistakable: something was coming.

Every night, she woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding, but with no clear reason why. And every day, that feeling of impending doom grew stronger, creeping into her waking hours.

She couldn't explain it. It wasn't paranoia. It was real, something lurking, waiting.

Soon.

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