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They say reflections never lie. But hers didn't match.
They say home is where the heart is. But she found something else.
And the rain never stopped. Wellll... not on the ninth.
"It was just a shortcut. Just a quiet evening... until it wasn't."
Welcome to The Night of the Ninth, a tale where time slips, memories blur, and the familiar becomes foreign. A place where whispers drift on rain-soaked winds, and the path you thought you knew... becomes a maze.
But that's just the beginning.
For those who think they can trust their senses, who believe they know the world around them-think again.
I invite you to step inside. To read... to question... to lose yourself.
This is more than just a story-it's a puzzle, a whisper, a darkness that feels just close enough to touch.
But you won't be reading alone.
You're here... My Dearest InkSpired Readers... Welcome to The Inner Circle.
Are you ready?