The Archive Remembers

of privilege, he grew up in a world where money answered every question, and problems disappeared with a swipe of a card. His father,

shattered

ely paying attention, casually scrolling through his phone while peeing bli

ger sisters were chatting, enjoying the warm

ld, calculated, merciless. They wer

d one thing:

he said, over and over, even as they threatened his life. He knew what t

sassins di

laughtered in front of him, and finally, Mr. Jayson himself

herson

t, every moment of silence that followed. And when the fire began to swallow

erson returned to the charred ruins. The smoke still lingered. The pain hung

cked

. Then

ive, Matherson. I

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ce. Just the pr

into the shadows of downtown where no one kn

Years

had died that night

arpened by pain, fueled by loss, an

me to finish wh

ime, he wo