The Midnight Caller -- Chapter 3
Plunged into a shadowy world of midnight calls, Sarah confronts a chilling cycle of fear, her life unraveled by an unseen, sinister force.
Sarah’s world, once vibrant and full of color, had faded into a hazy gray. The incessant midnight calls had taken their toll, each ring a chisel chipping away at her sanity. Sleep had become a distant memory, an elusive paradise just beyond her reach. Her once keen green eyes were now dulled, ringed with dark circles, and her usually impeccable chestnut hair hung limply, a testament to her growing neglect.
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