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But as Mr. Ben settled back into his chair, Avery couldn't shake the sense of foreboding that hung in the air. There was something about the encounter with the mysterious figure that didn't sit right with him, something that set his instincts on edge.

"I'm sorry about that, Avery," Mr. Ben said, his voice tinged with concern. "Now, where were we?"

Avery forced a smile, trying to push aside his lingering doubts. "I was just telling you about everything that's been going on," he replied, his voice sounding hollow even to his ears.

As he continued to speak, Avery found his thoughts drifting back to the encounter at the door. Who was that person, and what did they want with Mr. Ben? And more importantly, why did their presence fill him with such a sense of dread?

Try as he might, Avery couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. And as he glanced nervously at the door, he couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.

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