The blinking began so quietly it almost blended into the dark. We were staying in a short-term rental for a weekend getaway when my wife noticed a faint pulse of light coming from the smoke detector above the bed. At first, we laughed it off. Old wiring. A dying battery. But when I climbed onto a chair and twisted the cover loose, my stomach dropped. Inside wasn’t just a sensor. There was a tiny glass eye. We didn’t debate what to do next. We packed in silence, hands moving faster than our thoughts, and were out the door in minutes....
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