All she wanted was silence.
All he wanted was the truth.
But the city demanded something darker.
When Enalorc [e.na.rɔlk] Severight moves into Agarb Flats, she carries the weight of a failed residency and an unfinished novel. Her neighbor, Benedict Lawrence, a peculiar investigator with an eye for patterns, notices her the moment she arrives.
Then the murders begin. Each crime scene is a distorted reflection of Enalorc's abandoned book. The Curator, a killer obsessed with turning death into art, has chosen his muse-whether she consents or not.
Together, Enalorc and Benedict must confront a chilling game of art and death, where every crime scene is a canvas, and every silence holds an anatomy of its own.
"You wrote the story," Benedict whispered, "but he's writing it in blood."
[ IND - ENG ]
[ START : 28 - September- 2025 ]
[ END : - ]
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