The curse between us
It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now.
"What's in there?" I asked.
He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to.
"Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war."
"About the curse?"
His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?"
I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.
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