George

Fear has a memory. Longer than stone. Older than roads. Patient enough to linger inside abandoned houses, forgotten forests, and the quiet places children build when the world becomes too frightening to understand. It waits where grief settles. It listens where silence grows. It learns the shape of every wound left untended, every secret buried too deeply, every story abandoned before its ending.

Most people spend their lives believing the past eventually lets go. They are mistaken.

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