Whispers Of The Forgotten

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Aria Bennett stepped off the bus, her suitcase dragging behind her on the cobblestone street. The small town of Ravenwood was quiet, almost unnaturally so. The mist clung to the streetlamps, making the entire town appear as if it were trapped between reality and a dream. Aria had come to Ravenwood to work on her writing, to find inspiration in the old streets and forgotten stories of the town. But as she walked toward the inn where she would be staying, a shiver ran down her spine. Something felt… off.

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Chapter 1: Arrival in the TownAria Bennett stepped off the bus, her suitcase dragging behind her on the cobblestone The small town of Ravenwood was quiet, almost unnaturally so. The mist clung to the streetlamps, making the entire town appear as if it were trapped between reality and a dream. Aria had come to Ravenwood to work on her writing, to find inspiration in the old streets and forgotten stories of the town. But as she walked toward the inn where she would be staying, a shiver ran down her spine. Something felt… off.She shook the feeling away, blaming ...Read More

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Chapter 2 – The Strange EncounterThe morning sun in Windale was nothing like the city Aria had left behind. of bursting through glass towers and painting the concrete gold, here it filtered softly through layers of mist and old oak trees. The light felt fragile, as though it had to fight its way through shadows that refused to leave.Aria wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck as she stepped out of the Crestwood Inn. The innkeeper had given her a polite nod that morning but no conversation. Even the clatter of breakfast plates had seemed hushed, like everything in ...Read More

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Chapter 3 – Whisper in the AlleyThe air in Windale thickened after sunset, as though the town held its the moment the last trace of daylight slipped away. Aria hadn’t planned to stay out late, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. After leaving the bookstore earlier that day, she had wandered from street to street, sketching notes about the town—its architecture, its silence, its way of staring at her without eyes.Now, as she clutched her notebook and hurried through the dimly lit streets, the lamps above her flickered like candle flames about to die. She wasn’t ...Read More