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Strangers Bound by Chance

The snowstorm hit without warning, and by the time you realized the road was gone, the inn's front door was already sealed shut by a two-foot drift. Three strangers share the sitting room with you — polite smiles, careful eyes, and the kind of silence that means everyone is listening. Then the phone rings once, cuts out, and you catch four words before the battery dies: 'Don't let them leave.' Now the fire is the only warm thing in the room, and someone just locked the front door from the inside.