Whispers in the Void

Previously

…Closing the door, I leaned against it, my legs weak. The envelope felt like a burning coal in my hand. I looked at the journal, then at the envelope. Silas Thorne. He was here. He knew. And he had just handed me another piece of the puzzle, another breadcrumb leading me deeper into a darkness I was desperately trying to outrun. The familiar face, the one I had tried so hard to forget, had returned, not as a ghost, but as a tangible, terrifying presence. And I knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was just the beginning. The whispers in the void were growing louder, and Silas Thorne was now standing at the very edge of the darkness, a shadow cast long and deep.