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... c title—had long since shown its teeth. What started with scenic vineyards and slow piano music now spiraled through sharp-angled shadows, demonic whispers, and a possessed child screaming backwards Latin.
Don had already lost count of how many times Samantha jumped, flinched, or outright squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to play it off, of course—her hands folded in her lap, shoulders squared like a soldier pretending not to hear gunfire.
But the way her fingers twitched every t ...
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