CHAPTER 31.
KINGSLEY'S POV I drove aimlessly through the dark, eerie streets, driven by a single, burning goal: to find the building - and the person - everyone else was too terrified to face. When I finally arrived at the address I’d been given earlier, I killed the engine. I stepped out slowly, tracking the shadow of the house ahead. The moment I crossed the threshold, the stench hit me - a suffocating mix of stale mold and rot. The place was completely dilapidated, choked with thick cobwebs and looking every bit like a long-abandoned tomb. I clamped a hand over my nose, trying to filter out the foul air. Snapping on my phone's flashlight, I began to scan the darkness for clues. The first room I entered was a graveyard of old paperwork, stacks of documents rotting on the floor. One particular fo
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