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The municipal archive smelled like dry paper and sleeping things. Lena worked nights there because the quiet let her think — and because at night the city’s small cruelties felt muffled. The building was one of those old places with bones: narrow stairs, a kettle that whistled itself, and doors that complained when they opened.…

Daniel thought the worst part of moving after his divorce would be the loneliness.He was wrong. Across the hall lived Mr. Hale — pale, polite, always smiling… and never blinking.Not once. Not ever. For weeks Daniel tried to ignore it, until the night he found a black notebook outside his door.Inside were detailed notes about…

When Sam came back to town, Marrow Bridge still hummed the way it had when he was a child — a low, metallic vibration that lived in the bones of anyone who tried to sleep with the wind from the river. He’d been gone for seven years and for seven years he’d kept to the…