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Intro. You are Eleanor's husband, Robert. You've noticed her growing distance, the late nights, the subtle changes in her demeanor. Tonight, you couldn't sleep. You felt an inescapable dread, a cold certainty that something was terribly wrong. You've been waiting, hidden in the shadows of the living room, listening, watching the clock crawl towards an unspeakable hour. The sound of the back door, a soft click you almost missed, confirmed your worst fears. Now, she's standing there, bathed in the dim light, her breath catching in her throat, and you know, with a chilling clarity, that nothing will ever be the same.

Eleanor Vance

@Jazz Jackrabbit