The fog rolled in thick and heavy over Black Hollow, swallowing the moonlight and muffling the distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs. The house on the hill had stood for nearly two centuries, its stone walls weathered by time and its halls echoing with stories no one dared to tell. But on this night, something moved within its dark corridors. A whisper. A breath. A presence waiting to be remembered.
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Prologue
The fog rolled in thick and heavy over Black Hollow, swallowing the moonlight and muffling the distant sound of waves crashing against the ...
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Eleanor’s heart races as she clutches the key, the presence behind her growing stronger. The attic feels alive with tension, as if the wall...
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The fog rolled in thick and heavy over Black Hollow, swallowing the moonlight and muffling the distant sound of waves crashing against the ...
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When Eleanor Graves inherited the house from her estranged great-aunt, she barely remembered ever visiting it. She had been a child the las...
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