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The rain hammered against the windowpane of the attic bedroom, a rhythmic drumming that usually brought Elias peace. Today, it felt like a countdown. He tried to shift in his seat, but the soft click of the heavy brass padlock on his door reminded him he wasn't going anywhere.

The door creaked open. High-heeled footsteps tapped across the hardwood—precise, confident, and terrifyingly familiar. RJ431484.mp3

Sarah laughed, a sound like glass windchimes. She sat on the edge of the bed and began stroking his hair with a tenderness that made his skin crawl. "Oh, Elias. I’ve already handled that. I sent the emails. I told everyone you needed a 'spiritual retreat.' And they believed me. Why wouldn't they? I’m your sister. I know what’s best for you." The rain hammered against the windowpane of the

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