Extremities disabled within the swirling dark vortexes of fear, the gradual release to light found me a damp confusion. With the broken identity of my former self exposed, Frank, the owner and renter of the property, aided me into the dim confines of the kitchen and with a large trembling hand, graciously offered a glass of water. With the softening of breath and the settling of nerves, I chanced a quick glance into his heavy, steely eyes while passing my open palm across the cold wet surface of my face.
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