The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension—dense enough to choke on. The faint hum of an old ceiling fan echoed like a slow, mocking rhythm against Misthi’s heartbeat. Fear and disbelief battled inside her chest as her trembling gaze lifted toward the woman standing before her.
Her breath hitched.
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