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The Beacon of the Merril House
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Andrew’s gaze returned to the Merril house. The shadows pooled thickly around the warped green walls, now silent, yet still threatening. His stomach roiled at the thought of what had just happened. He clenched the notebook to his chest, scribbling a single word in a shaky script: “Plague.” The wind whistled through the cracked window frames, carrying the scent of wet earth and blood. Andrew shivered, pulling his coat tighter. He had to move. Every instinct screamed to flee, yet something drew him closer—a compulsion he couldn’t name. The Merril house had become a beacon, a grotesque signal in the
Style
Watchmen
fiction, cultural or historical
Characters
Arjun
Carlos
