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That was the key.

She remembered the research: The entity cannot possess someone who is not alone in their trauma.

The entity lunged. It tried to force Maya’s mouth into a grin. She felt the muscle memory of a thousand fake smiles—from customer service, from family dinners, from hiding her pain. smile 2 pdf

Then her best friend, Chloe, called. Her voice was a razor blade wrapped in velvet. “Come see me. Please. I don’t want to die alone.”

So she ran.

The curse needed a witness who was vulnerable, alone, and afraid. It found a circle of people who were none of those things.

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She found Chloe in her apartment, surrounded by broken mirrors. Chloe’s smile was too wide, her eyes hollow. She didn’t speak. She just pointed at Maya, then at her own temple.