Ghost Gamlet

In a crumbling village where everyone smiles and no one asks questions, a debt collector steps into a guest house at the edge of the estate. Inside, he finds a woman draped in gold and silence — the kind of woman legends are made from, or buried with. She claims she’s just waiting out a migraine. The neighbors whisper that every man in the village has been inside. What follows is not negotiation — it’s a confession in moans and lies, a quiet implosion beneath chandeliers and curtains. This is a slow-burning descent into lust, denial, and the kind of truth that arrives too late… in he