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Episode 16

Auteur: MICHEAL X
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-30 21:39:18

The phone buzzes against the nightstand like a trapped insect. I don’t move. Don’t breathe. The screen glows in the dark— Unknown Caller —and for a wild second, I think it’s Claire. That somehow, impossibly, she’s alive and laughing at me from beyond the grave.

But it’s not Claire.

It’s worse.

I press the phone to my ear, the cold plastic biting into my skin. A woman’s voice slithers through the line, smooth as poisoned honey. "Michael Baker. We have a proposition for you."

A pause. The kind that stretches like a knife between ribs.

"Bring a silver blade to the old docks at midnight," she says. "We’ll give you Arthur Stark’s head. And your revenge."

The line goes dead.

I exhale, slow, watching my breath fog the window. The glass is cold against my forehead. Outside, the forest is a black maw, swallowing the last remnants of daylight.

Arthur’s fortress hums around me—shifting floorboards, whispered conversations through walls, the constant thrum of wolves on pat
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