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Chapter 26: The Invitation
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Isla shifted in her chair, glancing around the room as if searching for something solid, something that made sense. The warmth of the fire didn’t seem to reach her, and despite her best effort to appear unimpressed, Elliot could see the tension in her posture, the way her fingers curled slightly into her palms. She wasn’t just uncomfortable she was unsettled.She wasn’t the only one.The house had changed the moment she walked in. Elliot could feel it an awareness pressing in from all sides. The air carried a weight now, charged with something just beneath the surface, like the moment before a storm broke. It was always like this when a new arrival came. Wintercroft Hall was patient, but not passive. It had waited for Isla, and now it was watching.Elliot leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Tell me why you’re here.”Isla scoffed, crossing her arms. “You’re the one who’s supposed to have the answers. You tell me.”Elliot studied her carefully. “You got the letter. And som
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The hall stretched ahead of them, narrowing as the candlelight flickered in the restless air. Isla walked slightly behind Elliot, her arms folded tight across her chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of her jacket. The whisper Welcome home still echoed in her mind. It had been soft, almost gentle, but there was something suffocating about it, something that curled into her thoughts and wouldn’t let go.Elliot didn’t seem rattled. If anything, he looked resigned, like he had walked this same path too many times before. He moved with purpose, each step measured, as if he knew exactly where he was going.“Where are we headed?” Isla asked, trying to keep her voice steady.“The house will decide,” Elliot said.She let out a short, humorless laugh. “Right. Of course. Because that makes sense.”Elliot ignored her sarcasm and continued walking. The walls pressed in as they moved deeper into the east wing, the corridor narrowing just slightly, as if shifting around them. Isla swore the p
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Elliot pressed his palm against the door. It was cold, colder than it should have been, like the wood itself was leeching the warmth from his skin. The whispers in the walls had changed. They weren’t just shifting anymore they were shaping, curling around Isla like smoke, coaxing her deeper.He had seen this before.The house wasn’t just showing her memories. It was rewriting them.Inside, Isla was silent. Too silent.Elliot’s stomach tightened. He knocked once, his voice low but firm. “Isla.”No answer.He knocked again. “Isla, talk to me.”Nothing.Elliot’s fingers twitched at his side. The house wasn’t done with her yet, but if she wasn’t responding, that meant it was pulling her in faster than it should. And that was dangerous.He took a slow breath, pressing his forehead briefly against the wood. “Damn it.”Then he did something he wasn’t sure he should.He turned the handle and pushed the door open.Inside, the warmth hit him first.The room had changed completely. It was no lon
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The room still felt wrong. Even though the illusion had shattered, the weight of it lingered. The air was too thick, pressing against Isla’s skin like invisible hands trying to pull her back under. The scent of lavender was gone, replaced by something old and damp, but she could still taste it at the back of her throat.She had fallen to the floor when the illusion broke, her body shaking with the force of it. Now she was still, her breathing ragged but slowing, her hands splayed against the cold wooden floor.Elliot waited. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, didn’t push. He had learned that this was the hardest part the moment after, when the truth settled in and the mind tried to make sense of what it had just been forced to face.Finally, Isla exhaled. It wasn’t a sigh of relief. It was something else. Something hollow.“I remember,” she said. Her voice was raw, barely above a whisper.Elliot nodded, staying crouched beside her. “Tell me.”She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, her fi
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