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Connor turned the mask over. Inside, someone had scratched the words: Be careful what you wear.
Felix’s ears flattened. “That’s the problem. I’ve been in this closet for twelve years. Twelve years, and not a single nightmare. Not one good scream. I’ve tried everything—scratching, whispering, making the hangers clink—but the kid who used to live here outgrew me. And your mom just stores shoes.”
Connor stared. “You’re not scary.”