Conformation
At last, Willem stilled. Shoulders sagged, chest rising in uneven breaths. With nowhere left to run, he spoke. His voice was hoarse from years of silence. “Yes,” he said rawly. “I’m Willem. You’ve uncovered what I’ve hidden.” The admission felt heavy, final. Kevin’s pulse steadied, the truth now undeniable. He was face to face with the station’s ghost.
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