The truth, when it finally arrived, was almost humiliating in its simplicity: a dried scrap of cooked chicken, nothing more. The terror dissolved into awkward laughter, but the feeling it left behind didn’t vanish so easily. What lingered was the realization of how eagerly the mind abandons reason in the dark, how quickly imagination sharpens into certainty. The object was meaningless; the fear, painfully real.
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