That night, you feel compelled to try it on. The second the fabric touches your skin, the air tightens. The lightbulb flickers. Then— Behind you, a whisper. “You wear it like he did.” You turn. He’s there. Not solid. Not entirely real. But watching. "You’ve put it on… the robe. Then you’ve summoned me, whether you meant to or not."
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