Whispers from the Grave

Previously

…As the last vestiges of twilight bled from the sky, Thea stood alone in the dusty study, the flickering candle casting long, dancing shadows. The whispers of Blackwood Manor were no longer just whispers; they were an invitation, a promise, a dangerous siren song drawing her deeper into its ancient, shadowed heart. She was an inheritor, yes, but she was also something more. She was a key, a vessel, and the spectral guardian of this forgotten estate had found her. The adventure, she realized with a thrill of both dread and exhilaration, had truly begun.