Chapter 3: The Weight of Silence [🎵]

By midday, the whispers began again. They were sharp, cutting through the silence like tiny needles. The housemaid passed me in the hallway, her voice low, her eyes darting nervously toward the stairs. "That thing in the room," she muttered under her breath. A cold knot twisted in my stomach. That thing? Gregor wasn't a thing. He was my brother, no matter what had happened. But now, he was the thing we feared. And in that moment, I hated myself for not knowing how to stop it.

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