Midnight's Veil

By Quinn

In the heart of a sprawling urban landscape, psychologist Dr. Sarah Bennett finds herself ensnared in a chilling mystery that defies logic and reason. When Alex Turner, a troubled patient haunted by memories of a murder he claims he didn't commit, seeks Sarah's help, she is drawn into a world of shadows and deception.

 

As Sarah delves deeper into Alex's enigmatic past, she uncovers a sinister network led by the elusive Mr. Blackwood—an organization that wields the power to manipulate memories and rewrite reality itself. With allies both unlikely and steadfast, including the tormented neuroscientist Dr. Victor Kellerman and the unwavering Nurse Elena, Sarah must navigate a treacherous labyrinth of secrets and illusions.

 

As the clock ticks toward midnight, Sarah confronts the darkness lurking within the hospital's corridors, where nightmares bleed into reality and the boundaries between truth and fiction blur. With each revelation, Sarah's own sanity hangs in the balance, and she must confront the terrifying depths of the human psyche to uncover the truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quinn
• Release date: May 4, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224209217

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Midnight's Veil

by Quinn

about 26,000 words

Chapter 1

The Visitor

The night was drenched in an eerie stillness as Dr. Sarah Bennett made her way through the labyrinthine corridors of the psychiatric hospital. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows that seemed to reach out like ghostly fingers. Sarah's footsteps echoed hollowly against the tiled floor, each one a reminder of the isolation that permeated this place.

As she approached her office, Sarah sensed an inexplicable tension in the air, a premonition of the unexpected. She paused at the door, the brass nameplate glinting under the harsh lighting. The small plaque read Dr. Sarah Bennett, Clinical Psychologist.

Turning the handle, Sarah entered the dimly lit room. Her sanctuary was a juxtaposition of order and chaos—books lined the shelves, their spines cracked and well-worn, while papers covered her desk in haphazard stacks. The soft glow of her desk lamp provided the only source of warmth amidst the clinical sterility.

It was then that she noticed him—a man seated in the corner of the room, his silhouette cast in shadow. Alex Turner, her newest patient, sat with an air of quiet resignation, his features obscured by the play of light and dark.

Mr. Turner,