Book Synopsis
In the afternoon at the Funeral Home, sunlight filtered through the smoke of the incense, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
I set down the Incense Stick and looked at the anxious man in front of me. "You said you saw her?"
The man's face was pale, his voice trembling. "It... it was my wife who passed away yesterday..."
He suddenly stopped, his eyes widening in terror as if he had seen something unbelievable, his body shaking violently.
I followed his gaze but saw nothing—only a neglected black coffin in the corner, emanating a chilling aura.
"She said... to come... and be with her..."
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