Yakov sat back down, his breath hitching. He was exhausted, terrified, and still hollow—but for the first time in years, he wasn't running. He watched the sun rise over the city, waiting for the morning light to finally set them both free.
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He spun around, but the kitchen was empty. When he turned back, the body of Mr. Litvak was gone. The shroud lay flat on the table, empty as a shed skin. Yakov sat back down, his breath hitching
The room shook. The shadows clawed at his ankles. But as the first grey light of dawn touched the windowpane, the pressure vanished. Yakov opened his eyes to find Mr. Litvak back on the table, still and silent. Below is a story inspired by the atmosphere
The shroud shifted. Only slightly—a ripple in the fabric near the chest. Yakov stood up, his chair scraping harshly against the floorboards. He remembered the stories of the , a malevolent spirit that feeds on the grief of the broken.