Jun
20 He had tried to stay logical. To remind himself that fear is contagious, that collective panic stains the mind like mold. But the dreams came again, and again — and eventually the pull was no longer a suggestion but a summons. Curiosity is a slow poison, and Jun had always been the type to drink. So when dawn broke pale and sickly, he walked. Past the fields of dust, past the silent orchards, past the cemetery with its leaning crosses, until the abbey emerged from the mist like a memory
About Jun
20 He had tried to stay logical. To remind himself that fear is contagious, that collective panic stains the mind like mold. But the dreams came again, and again — and eventually the pull was no longer a suggestion but a summons. Curiosity is a slow poison, and Jun had always been the type to drink. So when dawn broke pale and sickly, he walked....Read more