In Briarcliff Manor, silence is a form of survival.
Marguerite Wynn has endured two years of it-suffocating routine, stolen autonomy, the cold ache of betrayal and memory. Her prayers are no longer for salvation, but for remembrance. For resistance.
But when Kit Walker arrives with haunted eyes and blood on his hands, Maggie begins to hear something beneath that silence.
Something dangerous.
Something human.
Something disturbingly like hope.
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