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The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a frantic, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. The air hung thick and humid,…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a relentless, primal rhythm that seemed to mirror the fever building within me. The air hung thick and humid,…

The rain hammered against the windows of the sprawling Victorian mansion, a relentless percussion that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. I’d been summoned here, to this isolated…