Celestine SterlingA shiver ran through my entire body. With growing disbelief, I slowly lifted my gaze and looked around the room.Everything was exactly the same as I remembered.The massive mahogany desk stood near the window, polished to perfection and illuminated by the soft afternoon light spilling through the curtains. Towering bookshelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, packed with countless volumes my father had spent years collecting. The familiar scent of aged parchment, ink, and cedarwood lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a forgotten memory.The room felt so familiar that it made my chest ache.For a moment, I simply sat there in silence, staring at the surroundings I had once known so well, unable to tear my eyes away. Every object seemed frozen in time, untouched by the horrors I remembered.And somehow, that frightened me more than anything else.Because if this was truly my father's study, and if I was truly alive, then there was only one question le
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