The Shadows of Haverstone Manor
The whispers faded momentarily, but the mist remained.
They continued forward, the atmosphere growing heavier with each step. Crane stumbled, catching himself on a jagged rock. “This place is wearing us down,” he said, his voice strained. “We need to find the source and stop it.”
“We’re close,” Emma said, her voice resolute. The key’s pull was stronger now, its light cutting through the mist like a beacon. “Whatever’s doing this, it’s just ahead.”
The group emerged into a clearing, the mist swirling violently around its edges. At the center stood a massive stone altar, its surface engraved with symbols that glowed faintly. Tendrils of mist coiled around it, pulsating with an unnatural energy
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