The dream started the way it always started.Silence.Then, the sound of a door closing. The dry click of the lock. The echo of footsteps in the hallway. And then his voice—low, calm, poisonous."You thought you could run from me?"I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move. They were like concrete blocks stuck to the floor. The hallway stretched endlessly ahead of me, the walls closing in, the air growing heavier. I wanted to scream, but my throat was locked."Manoela..."The voice came from everywhere at once. I turned, but there was no one. Just shadows. Just the feeling that he was there, right behind me, just inches away."You'll never get rid of me."I felt his hand on my shoulder. Cold. Heavy. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for it to end—and when I opened them, he was right in front of me. The crooked smile. The empty eyes. The unshaven beard. That smell of alcohol and cigarettes I knew so well."I always come back."And then he leaned in, and I felt his hot, dirty breath agai
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