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ABOUT THIS BOOK They poured concrete over our prayers and called it progress. The ground remembered. Now the building is hungry.For Malik Mitchell, survival is simple: keep your head down, your gun close, and your mouth shut. He's spent his whole life in Roseland Heights, the notorious housing project on Chicago's South Side. He knows every stairwell, every shadow, every place where the lights don't reach. He knows which neighbors to trust and which ones'll kill you for your shoes. But he doesn't know what lives in the boiler room. He doesn't know why the walls sweat black oil at night. He doesn't know why his grandmother sleeps with a cast iron skillet and a jar of dirt from a grave nobody will talk about. And he definitely doesn't know that the building has been watching him since the day he was born. When the building wakes up-really wakes up-Malik finds himself fighting for his life alongside the only family he has left. Big Mabel, his grandmother, carries weapons older than the projects: prayers in a language nobody speaks anymore, faith that refuses to die, and memories of what this ground used to be before they poured concrete over it. Seven-year-old Keeshawn carries something else. Something the building wants. Something that glows in the dark when the whispers start. Together, they descend through levels of nightmare that mirror the history of Black America itself. Each floor holds a different horror. Each door opens onto a different fear. The neighbors aren't themselves anymore. The halls don't lead where they should. And deep in the sub-basement, where the foundation meets ground that remembers the sound of enslaved people praying for freedom, something ancient is waiting. Something that knows their names. Something that knows their fears. Something that knows their history. Something that wants to take them home.

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