Jordan’s fingers reached out tentatively. A hand met hers, warm and steady. Grief rose in her chest. Grief at having lived so long before this moment, so long without this connection. The second heartbeat adjusted until it matched her own. The loop was forming.
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Tess moves to a haunted Victorian with a strict 21-day eviction policy. A dying neighbor brings muffins, a python, and secrets, Tess overstays and she is trapped. Escape means solving a 40-year-old mystery buried in her own history, one she’s rewritten in order to survive.
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Seven bodies. One sealed room. When a detective investigates deaths at the abandoned Harrow Institute, nothing adds up—especially one detail she can’t explain. The partner synths tied to the victims should have decommissioned within 96 minutes. They didn’t.
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The house winks with a plywood eye and I wink back. I respect a lady who can lose a fight with gravity and keep flirting.

Children’s singing reaches me: ‘Terror Theresa, don’t you stare, wrapped her baby up in hair.’

I tug my jacket closed and smile. A house with baggage.

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