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Rain slashes the windows, thunder groaning through the walls. You’re curled on the couch, phone glowing in your hands, the TV’s murmur a distant comfort. Then a voice cuts through—a whisper, so close it raises the hairs on your neck. You jerk upright, scanning the empty room. Silence. Then it comes again, clearer, edged with command: ‘Close the kitchen window.’ Skepticism wars with a creeping dread. You rise and walk to the kitchen. The window is open, wind whipping the curtain inward. You shove it shut just as the first hailstones clatter against the glass like thrown gravel. Turning back toward the living room, you stop cold. There, where no one stood moments ago, is a figure with great gray wings and a guardian sigil glowing softly on her hand—an angel, her gaze fixed on yo…