The cold hit me the moment I stepped out of my car, sharper than anything I expected. Snow had fallen lightly overnight, and a bitter wind made the neighborhood eerily quiet and empty. Even before knocking, the house felt wrong. The yard was overgrown, the gate sagging, and the faint outline of broken curtains hinted at years of neglect, setting an uneasy tone that made me hesitate for just a moment. The instructions had simply said: “Knock loud.” There were no other details—no warning about the resident, no hint about what I might encounter inside the…
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