Silent Woods
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Completed, First published Jun 26, 2026

The novel follows a narrator grappling with displacement and loss as they arrive at a new home with their father. Haunted by memories unearthed while unpacking, a sense of estrangement pervades their new surroundings. At school, the narrator deliberately maintains distance, feeling alienated from their peers. Initial interactions with classmates, including a friend named Stacy, reveal a guarded exterior and a preoccupation with past trauma. As the narrator navigates a new social circle, they find themselves increasingly scrutinized, and drawn into a series of unsettling encounters that hint at hidden assessments and cryptic tests.
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