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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalFabio M. Silveira is a Portuguese-born writer based in the UAE since 2008. A lifelong observer of silence, shadow, and the weight of what’s left unsaid, Fabio writes psychological thrillers that stare straight into the places most people flinch from. Point. Shoot. Bury. is his debut novelan unflinching exploration of guilt, voyeurism, and the thin, brutal line between documenting a story and becoming one. The first draft began as a private gift for his wife, a lifelong book lover. It became something darker. And it never let go.Read More...
Fabio M. Silveira is a Portuguese-born writer based in the UAE since 2008. A lifelong observer of silence, shadow, and the weight of what’s left unsaid, Fabio writes psychological thrillers that stare straight into the places most people flinch from. Point. Shoot. Bury. is his debut novelan unflinching exploration of guilt, voyeurism, and the thin, brutal line between documenting a story and becoming one. The first draft began as a private gift for his wife, a lifelong book lover. It became something darker. And it never let go.
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EVERY FRAME WAS A CRIME SCENE. SHE JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT YET.
War made Simone Harper famous.
Her photographs brought horror to light and truth to power. But one image still haunts her: a child in a Syrian hospital, reaching for help. She took the photo. Then she walked away.
Now, ten years later, echoes of that moment are bleeding into her present. People are watching. Shadows are shifting. And someone knows exactly what Simone didn't do.
EVERY FRAME WAS A CRIME SCENE. SHE JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT YET.
War made Simone Harper famous.
Her photographs brought horror to light and truth to power. But one image still haunts her: a child in a Syrian hospital, reaching for help. She took the photo. Then she walked away.
Now, ten years later, echoes of that moment are bleeding into her present. People are watching. Shadows are shifting. And someone knows exactly what Simone didn't do.
As the walls close in, Simone is forced into the one position she's always avoided—inside the story. With every new scene, the truth she buried becomes harder to ignore, and the guilt she's denied begins to speak in blood.
She's become the message.
Her city is now the gallery—and someone's arranging the bodies like photographs in a final exhibition. Each death perfectly framed. Because while the camera never lies, photographers do.
The day she made her name... something else was born.
And it's been waiting.
EVERY FRAME WAS A CRIME SCENE. SHE JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT YET.
War made Simone Harper famous.
Her photographs brought horror to light and truth to power. But one image still haunts her: a child in a Syrian hospital, reaching for help. She took the photo. Then she walked away.
Now, ten years later, echoes of that moment are bleeding into her present. People are watching. Shadows are shifting. And someone knows exactly what Simone didn't do.
EVERY FRAME WAS A CRIME SCENE. SHE JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT YET.
War made Simone Harper famous.
Her photographs brought horror to light and truth to power. But one image still haunts her: a child in a Syrian hospital, reaching for help. She took the photo. Then she walked away.
Now, ten years later, echoes of that moment are bleeding into her present. People are watching. Shadows are shifting. And someone knows exactly what Simone didn't do.
As the walls close in, Simone is forced into the one position she's always avoided—inside the story. With every new scene, the truth she buried becomes harder to ignore, and the guilt she's denied begins to speak in blood.
She's become the message.
Her city is now the gallery—and someone's arranging the bodies like photographs in a final exhibition. Each death perfectly framed. Because while the camera never lies, photographers do.
The day she made her name... something else was born.
And it's been waiting.
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