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From the darkness, the girl reappeared. She wasn't a ghost in the traditional sense; she was a memory made manifest, a jagged piece of a tragedy that Refaat had tried to bury decades ago. Her name was Shiraz.

In the shadows of the hallway, a small figure stood perfectly still. It was a girl in a white dress, her hair matted and her eyes like two voids of endless black. Refaat blinked, rubbing his weary eyes behind thick spectacles. When he looked again, she was gone, leaving behind only a faint, rhythmic tapping sound— tap, tap, tap —like a heartbeat against the floorboards. From the darkness, the girl reappeared

It was 1969. Refaat had been summoned by an old friend, but as he stepped into the foyer, the air grew thick with the scent of wet earth and ancient dust. This was the beginning of what would become known as the "Mansion of Khadrawi" incident, the first true test of his skepticism. In the shadows of the hallway, a small