Emma couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that clung to her long after she and Callum had escaped the hidden passage. The weight of her father’s journal felt heavier than it should, as though the secrets within had begun to seep into her bones. She sat in the dimly lit sitting room, staring at the fireplace, replaying every detail of what had happened underground.
Who was that figure lurking near the Black Hollow Room? And what exactly had her father been hiding?
She had questions, too many of them, and no one seemed willing to provide answers. Callum had disappeared again, his usual way of avoiding confrontation when things became too real. And that left her alone with her thoughts—until a soft knock on the door pulled her from them.
Emma hesitated before standing. Her pulse quickened, half-……
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