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The Phantom Hugger of Hallway Six

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Before I could even register what was happening—before my brain caught up to my body, before I could scream, or melt, or even just breathe—Mia yanked me back like I was being ripped from the jaws of death.

And then—she exploded.

No hesitation. No warning.

Her fist slammed into the stranger’s jaw with a crack so sharp it echoed like thunder through the hallway.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” she roared, voice raw, animalistic, unhinged. It wasn’t just anger—it was war.

The boy staggered backward, shocked, one hand instinctively flying to his face.

His expression wasn’t just pain—it was a flicker of something else, something buried. Recognition? Regret? God, why did it look familiar?

“MIA!” I gasped, finally snapping out of the fog. My heart jackhammered against my ribs. I scrambled forward, dragging her back before she could launch another attack

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