It starts like a dare. A strip of foil, the kind you use to cover leftovers, now gleaming on your door handle like a warning no one else can read. It looks ridiculous, almost laughable—until you realize what it’s really for. This isn’t a craft project. It’s a quiet alarm, a fragile, metallic line between your sense of safety and the things that move in the dra… Continues…
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