Racing Thoughts
He stepped back, chest tight, his thoughts spiraling. Could this be connected to the strange object he had locked in the shed outside? The attic seemed lifeless, but instinct told him the silence was deceptive. Dust and forgotten junk filled the cramped space, untouched for over a year. If something had moved in, it likely knew the territory better than John did, and that realization made him feel dangerously unprepared.
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