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Evolving sound

For a long moment, he remained perfectly still, his breathing slow and controlled, ears straining for the slightest sound. Then, as if responding to his tension, another faint thud echoed from above. This time, it wasn’t a stomp—it was softer, almost like something shifting its weight. A slow, dragging noise followed, like something large scraping its bulk across the attic floor. Whatever was up there… it wasn’t just moving. It was adjusting itself.
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