Fear is crawling along Houston’s waterways, threading itself into every conversation, every glance at the dark, still waters. Bodies keep surfacing, their faces pale against the murky brown, and the explanations offered by officials do little to ease anyone’s mind. Every press briefing, every carefully chosen word from the police feels like a shield too thin to protect a city already trembling. The people of Houston are counting corpses, not promises. Whispers have slipped into every corner—through neighborhoods, through bars filled with murmurs, through online threads that pulse with conjecture and dread. Each theory is darker than the last, some...
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