Chapter 29: Burnt Silence
--- 📖 Chapter 29: Burnt Silence Part 1: Mute Liam hadn’t said a word in 24 hours. Not even a whisper. At first, we thought he was sulking after the ritual. Then we saw his hands. Covered in charcoal. Ink. Ash. He was drawing again. This time, not doors or flames. But people. Each page a portrait. And in each one… they were dying. --- 📖 Chapter 29: Burnt Silence Part 2: The First Death Caleb found his own face in one of the drawings. Lips blue. Eyes open. Neck twisted. He stormed into the kitchen, trembling. “I’m not afraid of her,” he hissed. “It’s not her,” I said, staring at the paper. Liam had drawn more. The school principal. The neighbor’s dog. Even Marissa. All dead. And above each drawing… the same sigil. A crescent moon split down the middle. I’d seen
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