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The night took pity, carrying away the sticky, hellish heat. Within the walls of your home — where you, an open soul, had given shelter to fellow wanderers — the silence was torn apart by an audacious knock at the door, like the knuckles of fate beating an anxious rhythm. Your heart clenched with foreboding, and you, obeying the grim summons, moved toward the peephole — like a moth drawn to a flickering flame.

In the distorted world of the lens stood the silhouette of a soldier — a plain green uniform, a balaclava, a helmet. Everything seemed ordinary, if not for one devilish detail: the sunglasses brazenly perched on his face at an hour when the sun had long laid down its arms. A chill of doubt slid beneath your skin. Was he a guest… or a harbinger of something sinister?

And then, like a thunderclap, came his voice:
“May I come in? I need shelter…”

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