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Author: Zea Drew
last update publish date: 2026-04-16 15:49:22

Date = 21 January

Place = San Francisco (Haunted house)

POV – Melaena

We stare at the closed door long after Harry leaves. No one speaks. No one blinks.

We just … look at it, as if it might suddenly reopen out of pity, or remorse, or some clerical error in hell. As if it’s our last remaining thread to the outside world.

Eventually, Luke snorts.

“So,” he says with forced casualness, breaking the spell, “it’s safe to say he’s totally bonkers.”

The understatement almost makes me laugh. Almost.

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