My introduction came through a folded piece of parchment paper slipped under my apartment door. No envelope. No name. Just three words written in gold ink that smelled faintly of lavender and burnt sugar:
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No words. Just a nod into the darkness.
For three years, the residents of Crestwood had constructed their own theories. Mrs. Albright, the retired librarian, swore she saw a limousine drop off a famous actress at 2:00 AM. Old Man Henley, who walked his terrier past the spa every evening, claimed he once heard the sound of a waterfall coming from inside the basement. Teenagers dared each other to ring the bell and run, but no one ever stayed long enough to see who—or what—answered. My introduction came through a folded piece of