Of Insanity (On Hiatus)

Of Insanity (On Hiatus)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 19, 2020
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Fiction
Mystery
This story is something I just decided to work on. It takes heavy influence from the works of H.P Lovecraft, though it doesn't necessarily follow his model to the letter. The story follows a private investigator named Logan Hawk. Logan works in an office building with many others like himself, but none as talented as Ruth Baker. Upon receiving an abnormal amount of cases involving people who had apparently gone insane without warning, Logan decides to make some easy cash pretending to investigate the scenes. As time goes by and strange patterns begin to emerge, even Ruth can't help but be pulled into the maddening unknown that awaits them at the end of their investigation.
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