That night, the wind howled like a wounded beast. I couldn't sleep. A faint, rhythmic tapping echoed from the floorboards above. Driven by a curiosity I knew was dangerous, I took my candle and crept into the hallway. The air grew cold, smelling of ancient dust and pressed violets.
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I reached a heavy oak door at the end of the north wing. It was ajar. Pushing it open, I saw him—Sir Alistair. He wasn't the monster the villagers described. He was sitting by a cold hearth, clutching a locket. That night, the wind howled like a wounded beast
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"She didn't jump, Elara," he said, his voice a ghost of a sound, without even turning around.
As the iron gates of Ravenscroft groaned open, a sense of foreboding washed over me. The manor stood like a silent sentinel against the graying sky. "You’ll find the master in the library," the housekeeper whispered, her eyes darting toward the winding stone staircase. "But take heed, Miss Vance. Some doors in this house are locked for a reason."