로그인The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence. When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried. As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself. In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.
더 보기Ava didn’t remember falling to her knees.She didn’t remember reaching for the keychain or how the cold metal stung her fingers.All she remembered was the number.33As if it meant something she used to know.Something she should remember.Something that hurt.“Ava,” Jace whispered.His voice felt far away.She stared at the keychain—scratched, worn, unmistakably hers. Her father’s. The one he’d carried every day.“This can’t be real,” she said, barely audible. “It was lost. I looked everywhere. It—it disappeared right after he—”She couldn’t finish the sentence.She didn’t need to.Jace crouched in front of her, careful, slow, like he was approaching something breakable.“Ava.”He gently placed his hand on hers, steadying her grip around the key.His touch should’ve grounded her.Instead it felt like the world was tipping.“You don’t have to look at it right now,” he murmured. “We can put it away. We can—”“What does thirty-three open?” she asked.Jace’s breath faltered.He didn’t a
Ava should have been looking at the stairs.Watching her step.Listening for more creaks, more movement, more signs that someone — or something — was still up there.But she wasn’t.She was staring at Jace’s hand gripping hers.Not gently.Not casually.Like he was holding something he couldn’t afford to drop.Her pulse hammered with every step he pulled her up.“Jace,” she whispered, breath catching, “you’re going too fast.”He didn’t slow.He didn’t look back.He didn’t breathe.When they reached the top of the stairs, he finally let go of her hand — suddenly, like touching her had become dangerous.Or like letting go was worse.Ava steadied herself against the railing.His eyes were blown wide, dark and intense, scanning every shadow.“What did you hear?” she asked quietly.Jace didn’t answer at first. His throat worked, like he was trying to swallow something heavy.“A door,” he finally said. “My door.”The hall stretched out in front of them, lined with closed doors and dim light
Ava didn’t remember walking out of the west wing.Her legs carried her. Maybe fear carried her. Maybe Jace’s grip on her hand did.All she knew was that one moment she was staring at a single fresh footprint in the dust, and the next she was in the foyer, breathing too fast, too shallow, like the air in the house had become thinner.Mark locked the west wing door with slightly shaking hands.That alone terrified her.Adults weren’t supposed to shake.“Both of you,” Mark said, voice tight, “stay out of that hallway. I mean it.”Jace didn’t answer.Ava didn’t either.Mark looked between them, jaw flexing, and for the first time Ava saw something behind his concern—not fear for the house, or fear for her, but fear about what this would do to Jace.“Upstairs,” Mark said. “Now. I need to make some calls.”Calls.Plural.To who?Ava almost asked, but Jace’s fingers brushed her wrist—barely a touch, more like a warning—and she closed her mouth.Mark walked away.The moment he
Ava didn’t remember much of the drive back to the Rowan estate.Just flashes.Mark gripping the steering wheel too tightly.Jace staring straight ahead, jaw clenched, breathing too shallow.The sound of her own pulse echoing in her ears.No one spoke.Every question Ava wanted to ask felt too big for the air in the car.An incident in the west wing.Something left for her.Her stomach twisted as gravel crunched under the tires.The house loomed above them, tall and patient, like it had been waiting for this exact moment.“Stay close to me,” Mark said as they stepped out of the car.Not reassuring.Not calming.Just… scared.Ava swallowed and followed him inside. Jace stepped in behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, but not close enough to touch.She hated how aware she was of that distance.Mark led them toward the west wing hallway — the one Ava had only seen from a distance, the one with shadows that seemed too still, too deliberate.Halfway there, Jace gra












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