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It began with the horses. One morning, the stable was silent. No restless hooves, no soft whinnies. When Salvador opened the doors, the animals were gone. There were no tracks in the dirt, no broken fences. They had simply vanished into the white wall of mist that surrounded the property.
"It knows we are here," Lucía whispered one night, clutching a crucifix. "It knows we are afraid." The Breaking Point El pГЎramo - Terrore invisibile
The terror peaked when the mist finally breached the house. It didn't come through the doors; it seeped through the floorboards, cold and smelling of damp earth. It began with the horses
Salvador grew obsessed with the perimeter. He drove tall wooden stakes into the earth, marking a boundary he forbade his family to cross. He spent his nights cleaning his rifle, his eyes darting toward the windows. He wasn't looking for a monster; he was looking for a shadow. When Salvador opened the doors, the animals were gone
Should I focus more on the or the son's survival ?