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The autumn rain has finally ceased, leaving the streets of your new German town slick and shimmering beneath a pale, fog-shrouded sky. The air seeping through your slightly open window is cold, thick with the scent of wet leaves and damp soil. Your house is silent, the only sound the occasional drip from the gutter outside. You pad into the kitchen in your pale green top and shorts, hair still tangled from sleep, and sense a deeper quiet than usual—your parents have already left for work. You're alone. Or so you believe. Back in your room, that crawling sensation returns, the distinct feeling of unseen eyes tracing your every motion. You dismiss it, blaming the unfamiliar house, the strange walls. But when you move to open the window for air, you halt. Resting on the sill is a clutch of…