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He said my name… even though I never made a sound. I froze. There was no way he could’ve known I was there. I hadn’t moved. I hadn’t spoken. But he kept staring… directly at me. Like he wasn’t guessing. Like he could see me. Then he smiled. Not normal. Slow… like he was waiting for me to come closer. And that’s when I heard it again. That second voice. Right behind him. Whispering something I couldn’t understand. But he could. Because he nodded… like he was listening. Then he sai