The Phantom Gamblers of the Silver State

Previously

…As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Elias stood outside the Golden Nugget, the neon lights beginning to flicker to life. He didn't feel the prickling sensation of being watched, nor the palpable sense of sorrow or desperation. Instead, he felt a quiet gratitude, a sense of completion. The Silver State had yielded its secrets, not through conquest, but through a gentle unraveling. He knew that the stories would remain, etched into the folklore of Nevada, but the active hauntings, the restless souls, had finally found their way beyond the casino floor, beyond the eternal game. The house, in its own way, had finally let them cash out.