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A standoff
For a moment, Dylan froze, unable to move or think. His mind screamed at him to do something. Slowly, he slid one foot toward the edge of the bed, trying to reach the light switch on the wall. At the same time, he scanned the floor, searching for something he could use to defend himself. The intruder seemed to hesitate, watching Dylan with an unreadable stillness.
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