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Chapter 16: The Passage
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Alele TombraDear Readers, Thank you for stepping into the world of The Echoes We Bury. This story was never just about a haunted house it was about guilt, redemption, and the truths we try to bury. Elliot’s journey forced him to confront the past he had spent his life running from, just as Wintercroft Hall demands of everyone it claims. Some houses hold more than memories. Some choices leave scars that never fade. But in the end, the truth always finds a way to surface. I hope this story made you question what we hide from ourselves and what happens when we can no longer run. Wintercroft Hall has taken its price, but its doors never stay closed for long. Who knows who it will call next? Until then, stay curious. Stay brave. And remember… some echoes never truly fade. – Tombra
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The whispers followed them up the twisting staircase, a rising tide of voices that seemed to echo from the stone walls themselves. They were faint at first, like murmurs carried on the wind, but as Elliot and Emma climbed higher, the voices grew louder, sharper, as though demanding their attention.Emma clung to the railing, her breaths ragged. “Elliot, it’s like the house is… alive.”“It’s been alive,” Elliot muttered, his jaw tight. “We just didn’t want to see it.”They emerged into the main corridor, the oppressive air of the passage still clinging to them. The once-familiar mansion now seemed foreign, its halls darker, its shadows deeper. It felt as though the house had shifted while they were below, twisting into something unrecognizable.The whispers faded as they stepped into the grand foyer, replaced by a suffocating silence.Elliot turned to Emma, his voice low but urgent. “We need to figure this out before it’s too late.”Emma nodded, though her hands trembled. “You said the
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