The Doppelgänger’s Funeral: How a Small-Town Land Appraiser Uncovered His Own Staged Death and Business Partner’s $4.2 Million Scheme
I stumbled backward, my voice catching in my throat. Before I could form a word, a crushing blow landed on the back of my head.
The world spun, then dissolved into darkness.
When I woke, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils. Fluorescent lights hummed above, harsh and unforgiving. My wrists and ankles were strapped to a bed, the soft leather cutting into my skin.
A nurse in blue scrubs peered down at me, her expression detached.
“Arthur,” she said, her voice flat. “You’re safe here now. Just rest.”
But the name she used was not Arthur Pendelton. It was an unfamiliar name, printed on a band wrapped around my wrist. They had framed me, declared me a delusional vagrant who desecrated a funeral home.
Derrick’s face, cold and calculating, flashed in my mind. He had won. I was locked away, my identity stolen, my name erased. The truth of the $4.2 million land theft, the conspiracies, all of it would remain buried forever, lost with me in this isolated room.
⚠️ BAD ENDING / GAME OVER
You are permanently confined, your identity erased, and the truth remains hidden. 👈 Click to return to the FIRST DECISION (Part 2) to choose a different path.
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