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By the time Frank reached his porch, his shirt clung with sweat. He locked the front door immediately, sliding the bolt with shaky hands.
Still wearing his shoes, he slumped against the hallway wall, back pressed to the cool plaster. His chest heaved. The umbrellas, the note, the voice—every detail replayed in his mind. He had followed instructions, yet still felt trapped.
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