Some houses keep their silence. Some memories refuse to fade. And some stories are written whether we want them or not. Tom Richman never meant to stay in Blackridge. He was only passing through, another drifter with no plans and no place to land. But the town carries its own quiet gravity, and on the edge of it sits a house that seems to wait for him. Inside, Tom finds a diary whose words will not fade, whose ink feels too sharp, too alive. Drawn back night after night, Tom struggles to make sense of what he's found, and of the memories that rise in him as if called to the page. With each step, he moves deeper into the pull of a story that may not be entirely his to tell. This is a tale of memory, longing, and the weight of what lingers in forgotten places. Work in progress - chapters will be updated as they are written.
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