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Chapter 17- Return of the Tape.
Author: Adina k
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By midnight, the rain had softened to mist, but the world hadn’t calmed.

The house groaned under the weight of the wind, and every window shivered as if listening for something.

Noah sat beside the table where Elia’s sketches lay drying in small, uneven piles. Mira stood by the window, arms folded, staring into the darkness beyond the porch light. Her reflection looked ghostlike half-real, half-remembered.

“I can’t stop thinking about what Branson said,” Noah murmured. “He wasn’t alone. Someone else was helping him move the shipments.”

Mira didn’t turn. “Then maybe we should stop thinking and start proving.”

He watched her pull one of the tapes from the tin box. Elia’s voice was preserved in whirring plastic. Mira ran her thumb across the label: AUG – LIGHTHOUSE RECORDING #3.

“You said these were damaged,” Noah said.

“They are,” she replied. “But some parts still work. I fixed the recorder.”

When she pressed play, static filled the room then a click, a breath, and Elia’s voice, faint
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