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Chapter 18: The Final Minute
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Elliot stood alone in the suffocating silence, the shadows closing in like a living, breathing force. The house felt alive around him, its presence heavy and all-consuming. The air was thick, and his body ached with a pressure that seemed to come from within the walls themselves.Vivienne remained still, watching him with those piercing, unreadable eyes. “It’s time, Elliot,” she said, her voice low and steady. “You’ve paid the price. Now the house will show you everything.”He clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his chest. “What is it going to show me?”Vivienne didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped toward him, her frail frame casting an impossibly long shadow against the walls. “The memories you buried. The truth you’ve spent your life running from. The house won’t let you leave until you face it.”Elliot’s throat tightened. He thought of Emma, of her retreating figure as she stepped through the doorway, leaving him behind. He thought of the locket, the photograph of
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