Synopsis

The prize arrived as a curious likeness: a trophy sculpted in the image of Emily Dickinson herself. For Phoebe, it was a symbol of triumph, a gleaming testament to her borrowed verse. But the victory held a shadow. The Dickinson-like figure seemed to watch, to linger in the periphery of her vision. It began subtly – a misplaced object, a whisper in the quiet hours. Then, the whispers grew louder, coalescing into a persistent, accusatory voice that echoed Phoebe’s secret shame. The trophy haunted