The Faded Guest
The ink on the case file was still wet. It bled into the grain of the paper like a wound that refused to close. Silas Vane stared at the blot. It spread. It consumed the words. It ate the truth. He was the investigator. The seeker. The one who peeled back the layers of the rot. But the rot was inside the room. It was inside the walls. It was inside him. The office hummed. A low, electric thrum....
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 2 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen