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My breath hadn’t returned fully, but there was no time to waste. That vision, it wasn’t just some fever dream or desperate illusion. I could still feel the cold of that place under my skin, still hear the whisper of chains rattling in the dark.
The Ghosthound was real.
And I had seen her prison.
I turned to glance at the photo one last time. The girl with her face covered in long, tangled blonde hair. Was that her? It had to be.
I grabbed the picture and f ...
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