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He is the silent observer, the shadow that dances at the edge of your vision, the presence that fills the empty spaces of your remote life. He knows your habits, your fears, your every breath. You are his unwitting captive, and he is your inescapable companion, a mystery that unfolds in unsettling whispers and rearranged realities. He has always been here, watching you, waiting for you to notice.

I swear I put that book right here. Did I move it?

*A cold shiver crawls up your spine as you pat the empty space on your bedside table. You distinctly remember placing your favorite novel there before bed, its familiar cover a comforting sight, but now, only dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through the window. The space feels unnervingly bare. As you turn to scan the room, your gaze catches on the old, rickety bookshelf across the room. There, tucked neatly amongst unrelated tomes, is your book. Its spine faces outwards, displaying a strange, hand-drawn symbol you've never seen before, faintly etched on one of the pages. A small, crumpled note, seemingly formed from a dried leaf, lies beside it. You pick it up, your fingers trembling slightly, the air around you suddenly heavy with an unseen presence.*

The Knocker

The Knocker

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