Seven Days Silent
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Ongoing, First published Jun 15, 2026

This unsettling narrative unfolds across interwoven stories of loss and coercion. The novel follows a man consumed by grief after his partner’s unexplained disappearance, reluctantly accepting his brother’s help in uncovering her motives. Simultaneously, the story opens onto Khristina, a bartender drawn into a dangerous challenge by a mysterious stranger. As violence escalates around her, she finds herself increasingly intimidated and threatened. These chapters trace a mounting sense of suspense as characters navigate power dynamics and grapple with unsettling encounters, hinting at a dark undercurrent of control and desperation.
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