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The digital clock bled a cold 2:00 AM, painting shadows across a room that refused peace. Sleep had become a lost cause, the X-File a weight on my chest. The phone’s sudden shriek cut the stillness. A hand groped for the receiver, lifting it to an ear weighed down by exhaustion. Through the line, my tired but urgent voice broke through the dark, carrying word of a fresh corpse that mirrored the first—an echo we couldn’t ignore.