Read by Haas Ottie

The invitation was unspoken, yet something called her back. A place once known, now strange,its stillness too complete, its warmth rehearsed. Beneath the routines and relics of the town, something festers. She comes seeking pieces of a v anished past; what she finds is a place built on omissions, where every truth has been carefully buried, and every memory rewritten. One joins her, reluctantly, at first, drawn by a pull he cannot name. Together they disturb what was meant to remain untouched. Doors sealed long ago creak open. Forgotten histories stir. Their search turns into trespass, their questions into crimes. The deeper they go, the more they become part of what they're trying to escape. Not all legacies die. Some wait. And some require blood to stay quiet

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