I heard a laugh behind me.
A quiet, breathy giggle, barely there—but unmistakable.
I froze in the long hallway of our house, the air thick and wrong. My ears rang, high and sharp, like pressure building before a storm.
Outside, the birds were restless. They circled overhead, cawing, flapping wildly, diving and scattering like something unseen had disturbed them.
Then last night, He came to me in my dreams.
The Faceless One.
He didn’t speak, not in words. But I understood Him. I felt His presence coil around my thoughts like a whisper I could not escape.
"I will send you a protector."
That’s what He told me.
Today, the birds were nervous again.
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