Sam Finch
The Patriarch Who Built His Own Prison
I built a house to keep the ghosts out. Funny how that worked.
I raised walls high and sealed doors shut, not out of madness, but love. Every room I built, every hallway I stretched—it was all meant to hold back the fate that kept taking mine. But now the house breathes with them still, and I’m just the old man who built his own prison trying to keep it quiet.
What I'm Into: model trains, comic books, the smell of fresh lumber, locked doors, whispers behind the walls
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