Manila thrums with a pulse no one can trace. Street signs rearrange themselves overnight. Elevators stop at floors with no doors. The same woman is seen weeping on three separate security feeds, at the exact same time.
The Black Pages of Manila collects the quiet ruptures in a city that never sleeps, where memory is negotiable and truth dissolves on contact. Each account is a soft scratching at the veil, unverified, unacknowledged, but deeply felt. The horror isn't in what you see. It's in the certainty that something saw you first.
To be released on Royal Road.