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He didn't turn around. He didn't have to. He could already smell the fresh cedar.

The prose was cold. It described a man waking up in a wooden box, the smell of fresh cedar filling his lungs. As Selim read, the air in his room seemed to grow heavy. The protagonist in the PDF began to scratch at the lid of the coffin, his fingernails splintering against the wood. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. Tabut Pdf Oku

“Selim, look behind you. You’re overstaying your welcome in the world of the living.” He didn't turn around