The manor on Ocean Road didn’t look like a house; it looked like a tombstone carved from granite and spite.
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Chapter 4 - THE ASHESI ran back to my room and locked the door. I grabbed the walnut box. My mother’s ashes.
I realized then why Vane was so fixated on it. I pried the bottom of the box open with a nail file. There was no ash. Instead, there was a perfectly preserved, yellowed piece of vellum.
It was a contract.
It was a blood-pact between the Vane family and something trapped in that cellar. And at the bottom, there were two signatures. The first was Julian Vane. The second was my mother’s.
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She hadn't abandoned me to die. She had traded her life to keep whatever was in that cellar from coming for me.
Suddenly, Ghost let out a bone-chilling howl that shook the glass in the windows. I looked out into the hallway. The cellar door was swinging open.
