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CHAPTER 22 – A Letter from the Past

Author: Asmara_Nyx
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 20:06:01

Alika’s POV

I never thought grief could make a room feel alive.

But when I stepped into my mother’s old bedroom—untouched for years, sealed away like a forbidden relic—I felt something pulse in the air. It wasn’t quite warmth. It was the echo of her breath, the ghost of a lullaby she once hummed when I couldn’t sleep. Dust swirled in the golden slant of afternoon light that pierced through cracked curtains. The wallpaper, once soft lilac, had faded into a brittle gray, peeling in places like shedding skin.

I hadn’t been in here since the funeral.

Except there was never a body.

Just a casket.

Closed.

And whispers no one could explain.

They said my mother had disappeared without a trace. That one night, she walked into the forest behind the manor and never returned. I remember the way my father’s voice cracked when he said the word “vanished.” How Ethan avoided my gaze when I asked him if the curse had anythi
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