Peter had always been a man of sharp intellect. But as he got older, his began to feel foggy, confused—memories started slipping away. He told himself it was stress, maybe age.

3 houses down the road, his neighbour Ann felt it too. The forgetfulness, the hazy dreams… But then the messages appeared—scrawled across her mirrors in eerie, urgent script. God was speaking to her.

Both of them felt their minds unraveling. But they weren’t going mad.

Someone was pulling the strings. And it would end, in death.

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