It sat there on the cold tile, small enough to ignore, horrifying enough to consume every thought. I circled it for minutes that felt like hours, afraid to touch it, afraid not to. Was it an organ? Some kind of parasite? Something dropped, discarded, half-alive? The internet offered nothing but more dread, and the cat prowling nearby turned the whole room into a crime scene that didn’t yet make sense.
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