the crooked shadow of deja vu seemed to be constantly stalking me, its hot, red breath raising the hairs on my neck and leaving me answerless and deeply unsettled.
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the crooked shadow of deja vu seemed to be constantly stalking me, its hot, red breath raising the hairs on my neck and leaving me answerless and deeply unsettled.
