Matilda sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the pale glow of rain against her bedroom window. The clock on the wall whispered past midnight. Her room was silent except for the soft tapping of water outside and the occasional creak from the old wooden floor. She rubbed her tired eyes and pulled […]
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The trees were so tall they blocked the moonlight. Jack laughed nervously as he followed Sara through the narrow jungle path, brushing wet leaves away from his face. The air smelled strange—rotting wood mixed with something metallic. They had left the campfire an hour ago after arguing with friends, wanting “a quiet walk alone.” Now
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