Where the Curse Never Was

Previously

…“You… you shouldn’t have asked,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Some doors… some doors are meant to stay shut.” But even as she said it, her eyes, filled with a profound sadness, seemed to tell a different story. The story that the curse, indeed, was not real. And that the real burden was the secret she, and perhaps others, had carried for so long. The moonlight, filtering through the cracks in her composure, illuminated not a supernatural terror, but the very human cost of deception.