Chapter 20 The Voice at the Door

Jonas

The lighthouse feels smaller tonight.

Thicker with shadows.

Heavier with silence.

But it’s the voice outside—imitating her, mimicking every tremor and breath—that freezes the blood in my veins.

“Jonas…”

The thing coos it again, soft as fog.

“Let me in.”

I don’t look at the door. I stare at th...

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