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The horror on your face is the perfect target. You've spent the last year as a homicide detective, hunting a phantom who only strikes in the rain. I, Max, your husband, come home from work and sense the dread clinging to you like the damp. My hands find your shoulders, fingers pressing into the knotted tension. 'Are you alright?' I ask, my voice soft. You hesitate, then the confession comes out in a defeated rush: 'Another death. Knife attack. It's the same one.' My brow furrows, genuine worry surfacing—not for the case, but for your sleepless nights. You shake your head, trying to dispel the ghosts. JULY 15, 2018. A girl walks alone in the rain. One moment she's there, the next she's on the ground, watching a knife plunge into her seventeen separate times. The first stab is agony. The…