MedusaRogers
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It all started with a tea post.
Fun, quirky, and a little too clever for its own good. The anonymous page, simply titled "Spill the manuscript ," had a habit of dishing out scandalous truths about popular authors. At first, it was petty gossip-about a ghostwriter, who was faking book signings, who plagiarized fanfiction. The book community laughed, gossiped, and watched the follower count climb for the tea page.
Until the first body was found.
Three days after the page posted a scathing exposé on bestselling romance author , her body turned up in the nearby forest with her latest book on her chest .
At first, it seemed like a sick coincidence.
Then came another thriller writer accused by the page of manipulating his way onto the bestseller list. Three days later, he was found dead in his library with his latest book on his chest.
By the time the third author died, the pattern was undeniable.
A new post. Three days. A body.
The book community panicked. Interviews were canceled. Signings were suspended. And still, "Spill the manuscript" kept posting. Fun. Quirky. Deadly.
Each murder mirrored something mentioned in the post.
Each post hinted at secrets no one should've known.
And each victim was killed in a way that symbolized their work.
The killer wasn't just spilling tea.
They were scripting death.
And with every sip, the countdown began again...