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What I MIstook For Me
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What I MIstook For Me
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T.M. Green
Este título utiliza una narración voz virtual
Voz virtual es una narración para audiolibros generada por ordenador.
Daniel Holt did his time. Eleven years for a single violent night, and every day since spent
building the smallest, most careful life a man can stand inside.
What no one knows, what he has never had a word for, is that he was never alone in his own head.
Something has lived in him since childhood. A voice he mistook for his own.
Clearing out his dead mother's house, he finds the toy he used to talk to as a boy. The moment
his hand closes on it, the voice goes silent, and for the first time the inside of his skull is
only his, and the whole weight of what he has done arrives at once.
Then, in the dimming river town of Calder Mills, other people's worst wishes start coming true.
And the one man who understands why is the one man no one will ever believe.
Written in the hushed, dread-soaked register of Charles L. Grant, the slow domestic menace of
Michael McDowell, and the cold philosophical chill of Thomas Ligotti, *What I Mistook for Me* is
a standalone story in **What You Already Wanted**, a collection of quiet psychological horror
novellas. It asks the oldest, most intimate question a person can be asked: was I ever the author
of my own life, and if not, what does my remorse even belong to?
For readers of Catriona Ward, Paul Tremblay, and Andy Davidson. Horror that never lives in the
gore. It lives in the wish, and in whose wish it was.
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