One night two years later, Brody lay in bed, his heart racing as his mind spiraled out of control. Sleep was a distant memory, replaced by endless hours of torturous contemplation. His fingers twitched with nervous energy, desperate to reach out and grasp the phantom thoughts that danced around him. As a thirteen-year-old boy, his imagination was both a blessing and a curse - a double-edged sword that could either transport him to wondrous worlds or leave him lost in the abyss of his own mind. Something was gnawing at him, tearing away the fabric of his sanity until he was nothing but a hollow shell. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew it was there - lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to strike.
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