The shock hit before the truth did. One moment, it was just a quiet morning with a hose and a thirsty flower bed. The next, a glossy red shape at the soil’s edge snapped everything into sharp, uneasy focus. It looked wrong. It looked urgent. It looked like the kind of thing you don’t wan… Continues…
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