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1. Nightmare and whispers

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The room was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock hanging above the dresser. Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the pale bedsheets. It was past midnight when the girl stirred โ€” her breath shallow, her brow furrowed, fingers twitching over the crumpled quilt. Then suddenlyโ€”

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