Chapter 1: The Sanctuary of Shadows I have always believed that history is written by the survivors, but my life has taught me a far…
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The world around us seemed to blur, the weight of Maisie’s words crashing down like a tidal wave. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs,…
She shivered against me, pressing closer as if trying to bury herself in the safety of my embrace. I wished I could shield her from…
I cleaned Arthur when he was sick. I listened to his stories when medication blurred his memories. I read the paper to him every morning.…
I returned home after arranging cemetery details, exhausted and hollow. My suitcases sat by the door, sloppily packed. Clothes spilling out. Shoes scattered.“Curtis?” I called…
“Dad… please! Come get me—my husband, he…” Emily’s voice didn’t just crack; it shattered, a fragile porcelain vessel dropped on concrete. Then, the line went dead.…
Unavailable. The word tasted like ash. My hands shook with a violent tremor, a mix of adrenaline and a cold, creeping dread that started in my…
The officer on the left, a tall man with a steady gaze, nodded politely. “May we come in?” he asked. There was no urgency in…
I almost laughed at the irony. My mother, who couldn’t be bothered to attend my graduation, was now worried when I didn’t respond to her…
The air was electric with tension, as if everyone in the room was collectively holding their breath, waiting for what would happen next. I could…