The saddest tone
The noise wasn’t just a sound—it was emotion, raw and unhidden. Megan’s brow furrowed deeply, her chest rising with unease as she listened closely. The drawn-out moan was unlike anything she had expected, closer to grief than menace. “It sounds like it’s crying,” she whispered, her voice almost too soft to hear. She glanced toward Bob, her eyes wide with confusion. “What does it want from us?” she asked, tension climbing higher.
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