Chapter 35 The Ghost in the Room

Chapter 35: 35 The Ghost in the Room

The house was a tomb of silence, and I was a ghost haunting its halls.

Sleep was a distant country I couldn’t find the map to. I had left the sterile confines of the study and wandered into the main living room, a cavernous space of high ceilings and cold marble floors that swallowed sound and light whole. The city lights stretched out below the massive window, a sprawling, glittering galaxy that felt a world away from the suffocating tension of this house. I stood with my hands in my pockets, the note from the archive a cold, heavy secret against my thigh, its edges seeming to burn with a latent fire. I was just... waiting.

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