Chapter 8 - THE ROOM BETWEEN WALLS
I remembered.
Not all at once. In pieces. Like waking from a dream you didn't know you were having.
Thomas Reznik. The contractor. The patient who heard things.
He'd been working on a renovation project. An old psychiatric hospital. The Westhaven Institute.
He'd found something in the walls. A room. A hidden room. Between the walls.
There was a man inside. Emaciated. Dehydrated. Barely alive.
Thomas had called me. I'd come to see for myself.
We'd pulled him out together. Called 911. Watched the paramedics take him away.
And then Thomas had said something that changed everything.
"There's more."
"More what?"
"More rooms. More people. Someone's been doing this for years."
I'd promised to help him. Promised to investigate.
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But then I'd found something else. Something worse.
And I'd made a choice.
