The manor on Ocean Road didn’t look like a house; it looked like a tombstone carved from granite and spite.
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Chapter 8 / 10
Chapter 8 - THE NEW LIFEI drove my old sedan to a new state, a new life. Ghost sat in the passenger seat, his head resting on my shoulder.
I stopped at a café, ordered a coffee, and checked my bank account. The notification chime pinged.
A transfer of $3.2 million had just landed in my account. An anonymous deposit from an estate lawyer.
The house was gone, the debt was gone, and the manor on Ocean Road was nothing but a cautionary tale told by locals who didn't know the half of it.
