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Chapter 87 : Ashes That Breathe
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Richard stood completely still at the edge of the old workshop, staring at the blood trail like it was a message written for him alone.

Thomas Bishop killed his father.

The words beat inside his skull like war drums. Every breath he took was sharp, painful, and hot. His jaw kept tightening on its own. His hands couldn’t stay still.

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to tear the entire workshop apart.

He wanted Thomas dead.

But first… he needed answers.

Richard stepped deeper into the abandoned place, flashlight cutting through the darkness. Dust floated in the air like slow-moving ghosts. Every corner looked empty, but he felt someone watching.

And not just anyone. Someone dangerous, and someone who knew him.

He whispered to himself.

“Brian wasn’t lying… someone else was here.”

A soft sound answered him.

A faint metal scrape… far into the dark.

Richard froze and slowly reached for the knife at his belt.

“Who’s there?” he called out, his voice calm but filled with warning.

Silence. And the
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