The Faded Attic
The ink on your desk is moving. You watch the black smear crawl across the mahogany surface, defying gravity, defying logic, yet you do not touch it. You are Elias Thorne, a city inspector, and you have spent the last three nights trying to prove that the "ghost" haunting the old textile mill is a fraud. The uncanny rule of this place is simple, brutal, and consistent: the ink stains move when...
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