They say memory is a riversometimes gentle, sometimes wild, always carving through the landscape of who we are. In our family, stories weren't just told; they were etched into bone, whispered into lullabies, and buried beneath the floorboards. We inherited them like heirlooms, like curses. My grandmother's silence was a story. My father's rage was a story. And Iborn into the hush between generationswas left to decipher the echoes.
This is not a tale of heroes. It is a tale of haunted rooms, of names forgotten on purpose, of love that bruises and heals in equal measure. It begins, as all our stories do, with a door no one dares open.
Until now.
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