The Shattered Neighborhood
The suburbs of Connecticut were a masterpiece of curated perfection. Manicured lawns, white picket fences, and a silence so heavy it felt intentional. Detective Ward lived in the heart of this perfection, though his own home was a hollow shell of a marriage and a small, empty bedroom that he refused to enter. "They're all lying, Ward. Every single one of them." The ghost was not a person, but a...
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