Chapter 8: The Price of Silence
I unfolded the parchment. Victor watched me, his face impassive now, as if resigned to whatever judgment I might deliver. Nia stood quietly beside me, [more…]
I unfolded the parchment. Victor watched me, his face impassive now, as if resigned to whatever judgment I might deliver. Nia stood quietly beside me, [more…]
Victor placed the toxicology reports carefully back on the desk, his hands now steady, but his face etched with a profound weariness. He looked at [more…]
A soft knock interrupted us. The office door cracked open, and Nia peered in, her backpack still slung over her shoulder. “Dad?” she asked, her [more…]
Victor sank into the chair behind his desk, the medical record still clutched in his hand. He didn’t bother to fix the scattered papers or [more…]
The address Nia had found for Victor Holloway’s private study led me to a discreet office building downtown, far from the polished halls of City [more…]
“Dad, what happened to your card?” Nia asked, holding up my debit card. She’d tried to pay for our takeout wings the night before. “It [more…]
I shook my head, the stale air of the basement office suddenly thick with unspoken threats. “I won’t sign it, Mr. Holloway,” I said, my [more…]
Part 1 The fluorescent lights of the basement office hummed with a tired, low thrum, doing little to brighten the already dim space. Marcus Banneker [more…]
My hands, still trembling, unfolded the stiff parchment. Julian’s handwriting, usually so controlled, was shaky in places, a testament to the agony he’d endured even [more…]
The subterranean vault pulsed with an unbearable light, the roiling red glow of the runes reflecting the entity’s final, ravenous hunger. Julian’s body, already translucent [more…]