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The Night Of Horror

Astor sat at his desk, his fingers tapping against the keyboard as he scrolled through page after page of information. His usually sharp, focused expression was tinged with something else, determination, yes.

Charlotte’s story wouldn’t leave his mind.

The way her voice had trembled when she spoke about her mother, the pain etched in her features, it had stayed with him long after she’d left the room. And now, he wants answers, he wanted to know what really went wrong.

Astor leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning an old map of Charlotte’s hometown. The town was small, almost forgotten, nestled near a dense...