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Chapter 8 - The File Room

Author: Papilora
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Blackridge smells different at night.

In the day, it’s all polished wood and expensive perfume, the faint tang of chlorine from the pool drifting down the halls. At night, the air feels hollow, sterile, like the walls themselves are holding their breath. Every creak of the old floorboards echoes louder. Every shadow stretches too long.

Which is why my pulse is hammering as I slip through the side door, backpack slung over my shoulder, flashlight clenched in my hand.

I shouldn’t be here. One wrong move, one camera I missed, and I’ll be caught. But the whispers in my head are louder than the fear. Noah’s face, half-forgotten by the rest of the world but burned into me. His voice, the way he said don’t flinch like it was gospel. The thought of his name buried in dusty cabinets, rewritten by people who wanted him gone.

If I want answers, I have to dig them up myself.

The admin wing is tucked behind the east staircase, offices lined up like little fortresses with locked doors and frosted g
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