Cold Metal and Blood Stained Asphalt Forge a Dangerous Path Through the Shadows of a Forgotten Past
CHAPTER 1: THE COLD KEY The apartment smells of old wax and cooling coffee. Sophia stands by the kitchen counter, her small fingers curling tightly around the tarnished iron key. The metal is heavy, radiating an unnatural chill that cuts straight through her palm despite the August heat baking the stucco outside. Abuela moves softly […]
