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A few hours in a sterile waiting room nothing more. But when hours turn into days, and no one seems to leave through the door labeled “ASSESSMENT,” Simon begins to unravel. Haunted by the memory of his brother Tommy, who died institutionalized, Simon begins to suspect this room isn’t just part of the system. It is the system. And the longer he waits, the more he forgets what he was ever waiting for.

Aelira is no stranger to darkness. A sorceress burdened with a past she cannot escape, she carries the Heart of Shadows—a relic of unimaginable power that could either save her crumbling world or plunge it into eternal night. Hunted by creatures born of nightmares and mistrusted by the very people she hopes to protect, Aelira walks a path steeped in danger and heartbreak.

War is loud. But what happens when it goes quiet? I Saw the Silence is a haunting and hopeful memoir from humanitarian storyteller Paolo Sebastiano Sivillica. Set in the heart of the Democratic Republic of Congo, this book chronicles Paolo’s journey as a witness not to bullets or explosions, but to what comes after: trauma, silence, and survival. Through deeply personal reflections and composite stories of survivors, the memoir explores invisible wounds left by decades of conflict.

He predicted the exact minute of their deaths. Then he vanished. Twenty years later, a voicemail from a childhood friend shatters the silence of the night—and with it, the boundaries of reality. Elijah always knew the time. Not the hour of day, but the hour of death. As a boy, he whispered it into notebooks, chalkboards, and nightmares. And when he died, he left behind a message recorded after his own death... As time unravels and clocks begin to tick backward, one man is pulled into the same curse Elijah carried for decades.

After a devastating breakup, Claire Monroe rents a cheap apartment hoping for quiet and healing. But every night, she hears it—footsteps above her head, crying, whispers through the vents. There’s just one problem: there is no apartment upstairs. It was sealed off years ago after a fire. No one lives there. No one should be moving around. Claire leaves notes beneath the door. Pleading. Begging. The presence never answers. Until it does.