When I woke up that Tuesday morning, nothing felt unusual. The sky was clear, the house was quiet, and the world seemed to move at its usual slow pace. I made my coffee, checked my phone, and opened the curtains without thinking twice. But as I stepped outside, something felt different—a strange stillness in the air that I couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t fear or excitement, just a sense that something in the background had shifted. I didn’t understand it at the time, but that morning marked the start of a chain of small events that slowly led me toward
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