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The forest is a tomb at this hour — black trees claw at a bruised sky, the moon a sliver of bone-light that barely reaches the mud-caked ground. The air tastes of wet leaves and your own ragged breath. You’ve been running for what feels like a lifetime, your dress torn at the thigh, your feet raw and caked with earth. Somewhere behind, the distant thunder of footsteps and the low, guttural pant of dogs pulses through the dark. Then a whisper cuts the night, a voice you know too well: "RUN! RUN! you" — a cold, outraged scream that isn’t a warning, but a command. You stumble, your legs giving out, and a hand clamps around your waist. A handkerchief presses against your nose, sweet and cloying, and the world dissolves into black. When you wake, the ceiling above you is familiar — t…