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Chapter Eleven – Shattered Trust
The explosion ripped through the Gotham estate like a cannon blast. Glass shattered, wood splintered, the marble floor cracked beneath the force.When the smoke cleared, the grand hallway was unrecognizable, chandelier dangling by a single chain, portraits smoldering, the air thick with dust and fire.Ray lay sprawled across the floor, chest heaving, blood trickling from his temple. The torn journal page fluttered inches from his hand, scorched at the edges.Opposite him, Frederick rose slowly, a devil in the wreckage. His coat was torn, his face streaked with blood, but his eyes gleamed with triumph. In his fist, clutched like a relic, was half the page.Maria knelt in the middle, trembling, her hands pressed to her ears as though the Guardian’s scream still echoed in her skull.Ray pushed himself up, voice raw. “Maria, stay back!”Frederick laughed, coughing through smoke. “Do you see, girl? Do you see what he brings into your house? Fire and ruin! This is what he is!”Maria’s tear-
Chapter Ten – A Counterstrike in Shadows
The Gotham estate was a fortress by daylight, its towering gates glinting with iron and arrogance. By night, it was worse, shadows crawling across the marble façade like watchful phantoms.Ray Anderson stood across the street, hood pulled low, his fists jammed into his coat pockets. His mother’s journal weighed against his ribs, the ring on his finger pulsing like a heartbeat. He had never hated a house so much.Inside those walls lay Frederick. Inside those walls lay Maria. One sought to destroy him; the other, torn apart by doubt, might already be slipping from his side.Ray clenched his teeth. Tonight, he wouldn’t run. Tonight, he would strike first.The back servants’ gate groaned as he forced it open. He slipped through the kitchen garden, moving with the silence of desperation. The mansion loomed above him, all white stone and black windows, watching.A shadow detached from the wall. “Going somewhere, sir?”Ray froze. A Gotham guard stepped forward, lantern raised. Ray’s pulse t
Chapter Nine – Whispers in the Walls
The Gotham mansion slept under a shroud of silence, its grand halls dark, save for the soft glow of candelabras lining the marble staircase.Maria sat rigid in her dressing gown, untouched wine trembling in her hand. Her reflection in the mirror across the room was pale, haunted, every bit the woman torn between two worlds.The knock at her chamber door was soft, deliberate. Her heart lurched. She set the glass down, gathering her robe tighter. “Come in.”The door opened, and Frederick stepped inside. His presence swallowed the room, his dark coat glistening faintly with the night’s damp. He moved with unhurried precision, closing the door behind him.“Uncle,” Maria breathed, though her voice was strained. “It’s late.”Frederick’s smile was razor-thin. “Late for some, early for others. I bring you tidings, my dear.”Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of tidings?”He paced across the carpet, fingertips brushing the spines of her books as though he owned them. “A death. And a theft. Both, I
Chapter Eight – Blood on the Floorboards
The bell above the door still swung faintly, the glass from the shattered window crunching beneath Ray’s boots.The old man lay against the shelves, his breath ragged, blood spreading across his shirt in widening blossoms.The night air whistled through the broken frame, carrying the echo of hurried footsteps fading down the street. Ray’s chest heaved. His fists clenched. The journal was safe in his coat pocket. The map was gone.And the old man, the one man who had spoken truths Frederick dared not, was dying before his eyes.“Ray…” The old man’s voice cracked. He coughed, crimson spattering his lips. “Go. Don’t waste the chance. The map will lead him straight to the Guardian.”Ray dropped to his knees beside him. “I can’t leave you.”The old man gripped Ray’s wrist with surprising strength. His eyes, clouded with pain, locked on Ray’s. “If you stay, the Guardian is lost. Frederick wins. Do you understand? Run!”Ray’s body screamed to obey, to chase the hooded thief who had stolen ev
Chapter Seven – The Mask of Blood
The lamp flickered, throwing shadows across the cramped backroom. The smell of dust and smoke pressed against Ray’s lungs as he stayed frozen between the shelves, the journal clutched against his chest.Frederick’s polished shoes clicked across the floorboards, deliberate, unhurried.“I can smell you, boy,” Frederick said smoothly. His voice carried the weight of authority, as though the ruined Gotham dining hall were nothing compared to the control he held here. “You think you can play shadow in my city? Step forward.”The old man’s voice cracked. “Leave him be, Frederick. He doesn’t know”Steel hissed. A flash of silver glinted under the lamp. Frederick pressed the tip of his blade against the old man’s throat.“Don’t lie to me. He has the journal, doesn’t he?”Ray’s knuckles whitened on the spine of the book. His heart hammered in his chest. The old man swallowed. “You won’t touch him.”Frederick’s laugh was cold, elegant. “You forget who you’re speaking to. I don’t need to touch h
Chapter Six – The Old Quarter’s Whisper
The rain had stopped, but the city still glistened with its residue, puddles catching the flicker of gaslamps, alleys steaming with damp fog.Ray’s shoes splashed as he pressed deeper into the Old Quarter, every sense sharpened by what the cloaked stranger had said. A key. A door. The Guardian finds you.The ring felt heavy on his finger now, no longer just metal. Every few steps, he glanced back, half-expecting to see those shadowed eyes again. But the streets were empty, too empty.A broken sign swung overhead, its faded paint barely legible: Eldritch Books & Curiosities. The windows were dark, yet a single strip of candlelight leaked through the gap beneath the door.Ray hesitated, then pushed it open. The bell above the door gave a brittle jingle. Inside, the air was stale, thick with dust and secrets.Piles of books teetered precariously, and shelves bowed beneath the weight of manuscripts, scrolls, and objects he couldn’t name. “Closed.”The voice came from behind the counter, a
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