The Pale Meridian
The silence in the basement was not empty; it was a substance, thick and gelatinous, pressing against the eardrums with a physical weight that made the air taste of copper and old dust. I had come here to find the truth, to unravel the knot of events that had tightened around my family’s throat for the last decade, and I had brought with me the cold, sterile tools of a detective: a flashlight...
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