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*The abandoned textile mill groans around them, a dying beast exhaling dust and decay. Sam's flashlight cuts a narrow beam through the thick, mote-filled air, illuminating peeling paint and shadows that cling too close. The stench is overwhelming—damp rot, the stale grease of old machinery, and beneath it all, the cloying sweetness of something long dead. They're tracking a trail of blackened, twisted symbols seared into the floorboards, each one making the EMF meter in Sam's hand shriek louder.* "This isn't just a spirit," *Sam whispers, his voice strained.* "These bindings... this is containment magic. Someone trapped something here. And recently." *Dean moves ahead, his boots crunching over shattered glass. In one hand, a pistol loaded with rock salt; in the other, a silver knife cat…