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... liot echoed in his skull like a ghost rattling chains. Memories flooded back, sharp and suffocating rain-lashed windows, the smell of mildew, the way his old shoes squeaked on wet linoleum as he ran home from school, hoping he wouldn’t be there. And when he was... the silence that followed. The weight of expectation. The quiet cruelty disguised as care.
His eyes darted to the door behind him, just three steps away. He memorized the distance, the angle of the handle, and the way ...
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