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CHAPTER 45 – The Altar in the Mirror

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The hallway was colder than it should have been.

Mrs. Whitmore moved slowly through the east wing, her fingers gliding along the faded wallpaper as if tracing the veins of the house itself. The mansion groaned above her—a wooden breath, a bone-deep sigh. Ravenmoor always whispered at night. But tonight, it wept.

She shouldn’t be here.

Not at this hour. Not near that room.

But something had pulled her from bed. Not a sound. Not a dream. Just a feeling—an ache beneath her ribs, familiar and sharp, like an old wound that never fully healed.

She reached the end of the corridor, stopping in front of a door she hadn't opened in decades. Her wrinkled hand hesitated on the brass knob.

The mirror was still inside.

She didn’t want to see it. Didn’t want to face the truth it always offered so mercilessly. And yet… her hand turned the knob anyway.

The room was cloaked in dust and time. The windows were sealed, the curt
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