Emma stood at the entrance of the hidden passageway beneath the library, her heart pounding. The weight of the journal in her hands was nothing compared to the weight of the words it held—the secrets her father had hidden within Everdawn House. Callum's warning echoed in her mind, but she couldn't turn back now. The Black Hollow Room was real, and she had to find it.
She took a hesitant step forward, the air growing colder as she descended the narrow stone staircase. The scent of aged parchment and damp earth filled her nostrils, a stark contrast to the warmth of the library above. Her fingers traced the rough stone walls, feeling the history embedded within them. With every step, the feeling of being watched intensified.
At the bottom of the staircase, the passage widened into a corrido
