The whispers call

Previously

…As Sofía left Elena’s cottage, the weight of the old woman’s words settled upon her like a physical burden. The grey sky seemed to press down, the silence of Valle Gris no longer peaceful but pregnant with unspoken threats. The whispers, though muted for now, were a constant thrum beneath the surface of her awareness, a chilling reminder that she was marked. The historian’s burden was heavy, but Sofía knew, with a terrifying certainty, that her own burden was only just beginning. The whispers were calling, and the silence, Elena had warned, was a dangerous place to hide.