The void's unholy gaze
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The old Victorian house waited at the end of Blackwood Lane like a sleeping predator. Its peeling black paint and sagging porch gave it a hunched, skeletal appearance. But the true horror lay in its windows-clouded, uneven panes that seemed to watch visitors with a sickening awareness.
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