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The House on Juniper Row
Mara wakes beneath a kitchen table in a house that feels almost familiar. The kettle is screaming, the tap is dry, and handwritten notes in her own shaky script tell her what to do next. Outside, the street is silent. Inside, something waits below. As Mara follows the strange rituals of the morning, each detail suggests a life interrupted, a promise forgotten, and a truth buried somewhere in the house on Juniper Row.
The Founder