Chapter Twenty – “The Suicide That Wasn’t”

Detective Marlowe | First Person POV

There’s a smell that clings to a place long after death leaves.

Not rot. Not blood. That part fades.

It’s something colder. Like mildew soaked in grief. Paper turning to skin. Like whatever air was last breathed in the room has decided to linger, just in c...

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