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A MOTHER'S MEMORY, A DAUGHTER'S CURSE

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**Chapter 9: A Mother's Memory, A Daughter's Curse**

The house no longer felt haunted.

It felt *alive*.

Walls whispered in the dark. Candles flickered where no flame had been lit. Doors once sealed creaked open as if beckoning her inside. And Seraphine—once fearful, once forgotten—walked through it all like she had always belonged.

She didn’t wake Riven that morning.

Or if he was ever truly asleep, he let her go.

She carried a single candle and a dull blade, her fingers stained with old chalk and sigil dust. The deeper into the manor she went, the colder it grew. Not lifeless cold—this was a cold born of preservation. Of something buried and waiting.

She passed the old nursery. The music room. The sunken parlor.

Each step drew her closer to a memory she hadn’t summoned… yet couldn’t deny.

At last, she reached a place she hadn’t dared enter since she was a child.

The west tower.

The door was low, carved from blackwood, and bound in iron. Her mother had once warned her: *“Never go beyon
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