Upside Down Nightmare
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It wasn’t paranoia anymore. Frank could see the pattern. Someone had taken his quiet routine and twisted it into a nightmare.
They weren’t sloppy; they were meticulous, always two steps ahead. He leaned against the cold hallway wall, fighting for breath. His mind screamed the truth no one else believed: he wasn’t losing control. He was being hunted.
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