The van jerks to a sudden halt, throwing my shackled body forward — my forehead smacks the metal wall. No apology. No pause. Just silence… except for the shallow breathing of the others inside.
By Still Writing7 months ago in Fiction
In a city where time repeats and memories fade like fog, one man’s numb routine begins to fracture. Whispers from a hidden world seep into his quiet life—where memories are currency, and something ancient is watching.
