Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…As he drove towards the isolated hill where the asylum stood, the familiar sense of dread began to creep in. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t the fear of the unknown, but the cold, hard certainty of a man walking into a carefully constructed trap. The perpetrator wasn’t hiding in the shadows; they were waiting in plain sight, using the town’s own history as their weapon. And Corbin, with his own ghosts and his own past mistakes, was walking directly into the heart of their vengeance. The cracks were no longer just beginning; they were widening, threatening to swallow everything whole. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that the final act was about to begin.