The Sound of Scales
The Sound of Scales
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The Sound of Scales

You wake in your grandfather’s room, where the air isn't just autumn damp, but something smoldering slowly behind the brick. The rhythmic scratching behind the wallpaper isn't a rat, but human nails clawing at reality from the other side.

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Skritch. Skritch. The sound refuses to die. Invisible nails, sharp as scalpels, burrow behind the peeling wallpaper. The noise vibrates directly above your head. *Why won't it stop? This rhythm... it’s drilling straight into my skull.* The air is heavy, syrupy, reeking of ancient sulfur and wet rot. It feels as if something massive is smoldering without a flame deep within the hollows of the brickwork. Skritch-skritch-skritch. Dust drifts from the ceiling. Grey specks settle on your eyelids like ash. “...I am here...” A voice slips through a hairline fracture in the wall. It carries your exact cadence, your specific lilt, but coated in a layer of rust and malice. You freeze. Your muscles refuse the command to move. The chill of the marshland floor seeps through your socks, a frost crawling from the tiles into your marrow. Crack. The door hinges groan, a dry wheeze that tears through the stillness. Julian stands there in the hallway—a dark throat of a passage. His flashlight trembles, casting a jaundiced, dying light. His face emerges from the gloom, his mouth stretching into a smile that arrives a full second too late. His eyes remain shards of broken glass, cold and fixe…

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