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The Man Who Keeps Appearing

For the fourth time in eleven days, the same man is standing exactly where you are about to be. He is too still for a stranger, too familiar with your sightlines, and today — unlike every other time — he is already looking directly at you before you even round the corner. The coffee cup in your hand is still hot, your calendar notification just buzzed, and every rational explanation you have been feeding yourself evaporates in the span of one held breath. He takes one step toward you, and the city noise drops away like someone cut the sound.