"The past doesn’t stay buried forever. Some secrets claw their way back when you least expect them."
The manor had always been restless. It breathed with the past, its very walls stitched with whispers of those who had walked these halls before me. Tonight, it was worse. The air pressed heavy, charged with something I couldn’t quite name.
I should have been in bed, resting before the morning’s council meeting. Instead, I wandered the corridors like something was pulling me forward, a thread I couldn’t see but couldn’t ignore either.
Then it happened.
A gust of wind that shouldn’t have been there. A draft curling through the hallway, pushing against the wall beside the old fireplace. My gaze snapped to the stone surface. It was solid—untouched for years. Yet, as I stepped closer, the ch
