Whispers in the Void

Previously

…The question hung in the air, a stark reminder of his attempt to redirect me, to pull me back into the safe, predictable world of fiction. But the journal lay between us, a silent, undeniable witness. And as I looked at Silas Thorne, his back to me as he began to write, I knew, with a chilling certainty, that his carefully constructed calm was merely a veil, and beneath it lay a truth far darker than I had yet imagined. The whispers in the void were growing louder, and Silas Thorne, I suspected, knew exactly where they originated.