Body In The Wall

The house on Linwood Avenue stood like a sentinel, its red-brick facade weathered by time and secrets. The lace curtains in its tall windows hung limp, veiling the whispers of lives long past. The spindly sycamore outside swayed in the late-September wind, its branches clawing at the sky as if trying to unearth the truth buried deep within the stone foundation. The air carried a peculiar scent—rai...