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WHISPERS BENEATH THE STONE

Author: Cynera
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**Chapter 8: Whispers Beneath the Stone**

The manor had always been quiet, but not like this.

There was a difference between silence and stillness. The silence now felt *aware*—like the old stones were listening. Waiting.

Seraphine moved through the west wing barefoot, her fingertips brushing the crumbling wallpaper, her breath fogging in the colder rooms. Riven walked behind her, never too close, never too far, his shadow trailing just behind hers like a second heartbeat.

“This part of the house was sealed when I was little,” she said softly. “I used to think it was haunted.”

Riven didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The air in this wing *was* different—heavier, colder. Magic lingered in the corners like dust that refused to settle.

“Something here is hiding,” she said. “I can feel it. Like a hum in the walls.”

Riven raised a hand and pressed his palm flat against a faded mural of an angel. His fingers glowed faintly. “Old wards. Blood magic.”

“Mine?”

He nodded. “Your family sealed so
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