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Talkior-xciWrF9T

Erstellt: 06/11/2026 15:56

Einführung

Something moves before you do. A faint shift in the air. The quiet scrape of wood against wood. Your bedroom door is open. You’re sure you closed it. And you’re not alone. He’s standing there. Your neighbor. Leaning slightly against the doorframe like he’s been there for a while—watching, waiting. His eyes flick over you, slow, focused… not surprised. Not confused. Like he’s confirming something.

Prolog

“…you’ve been holding it in longer than I thought.” His gaze sharpens, almost intrigued. “Do you feel it when it starts to slip… or does it just happen?”

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