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Chapter 175: The Gate Opens
The darkness was absolute.The lantern had gone out, the wind outside swallowed by a deeper silence. For a heartbeat, Clara couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed — the world felt suspended, like breath before a scream.Then came the sound.A low hum, faint at first, like distant machinery stirring after decades of stillness. The floor vibrated beneath their feet. Dust fell in thin streams from the rafters. Somewhere near the far wall, something clicked — once, twice — like a lock disengaging.“Jonathan?” Michael’s voice was low, tense. “What’s happening?”Jonathan didn’t answer immediately. His hand was pressed against his bleeding arm, his face pale but steady in the half-light from the lightning flashing through the broken window. “They’ve started it,” he whispered. “The gate’s opening.”Clara turned toward him. “Started what? What gate?”He looked at her — really looked, as if memorizing her face before something final. “The one we sealed twelve years ago.”Michael’s jaw ti
Chapter 174: The Second Letter
The storm broke just before dawn.Rain slashed across the narrow road as Clara and Michael pressed onward, their coats heavy with water, the night alive with wind and distant thunder. Every mile seemed to pull them deeper into the unknown — away from safety, away from certainty, toward something that felt like fate.By the time they reached the old railway station, the storm had eased to a steady drizzle. The building stood abandoned, its windows boarded, its roof half-collapsed. Yet a faint glow leaked through one of the cracks — a single lantern burning somewhere inside.Michael slowed, his hand instinctively reaching for the concealed revolver beneath his coat. “Stay close,” he murmured.Clara nodded, tightening her grip on her satchel. Her mind raced with fragments of the letter — ‘If the gatekeeper has fallen…’ — and the voice on the radio that sounded too much like Jonathan to dismiss.They crept through the doorway. The scent of dust, rust, and wet stone filled the air. Somewhe
Chapter 173: Echoes Of Betrayal
The silence that followed Clara’s revelation was deafening. Morning light spilled weakly through the window, catching on the crumpled letter that lay between them — a fragile relic that now felt like a loaded weapon. Michael stared at her, disbelief flickering across his face like shadows chasing firelight.“Jonathan?” he finally said, his voice low, uncertain. “You’re sure?”Clara nodded slowly. Her hands trembled as she reached for the letter again, fingertips tracing the ink as though to confirm the truth. “The way he loops his letters… the spacing… the phrasing.” Her voice cracked. “I used to help him with correspondence before everything fell apart. I know his writing.”Michael’s expression hardened, but the storm in his eyes betrayed the swirl of confusion and anger building inside him. “But that doesn’t make sense. Jonathan’s been gone for months — longer. And if he did write this, why hide behind riddles and symbols? Why send something that feels like a trap?”Clara’s lips par
Chapter 172: The Visitor At Dusk
The knock came again — three slow raps that seemed to echo through the bones of the house.Michael froze where he stood. Clara’s fingers tightened around the letter, the edges creasing under her trembling grip. The room was dimly lit, with the glow of a single lamp flickering against the curtained windows. Outside, the wind carried whispers through the trees, as though the world itself was holding its breath.Michael exchanged a glance with Clara — half fear, half curiosity. “Are you expecting anyone?” he whispered.Clara shook her head. “No one knows we’re here.”Another knock. Louder this time. Measured. Certain.Michael moved toward the door, each step cautious, his senses sharpening with the awareness that something unseen was unfolding. When he reached for the handle, he felt an odd resistance — the kind that comes not from the door but from something deep inside, a warning whisper urging him to wait.Clara stood behind him now, the mysterious letter still in her hand. “Maybe we
⚜️ Next Chapter Teaser ⚜️
The letter’s edges were still warm, as if freshly sealed — yet no one had touched it for days.Clara read the final line again, her pulse quickening: “You were never meant to find this.”Michael felt a chill run through him. The handwriting looked familiar — hauntingly familiar.And somewhere beyond the quiet, a knock echoed at the door… slow, deliberate… as though the writer had finally arrived.
Author’s Note
The letter revealed truths that may change everything — Michael’s father’s confession, the mysterious covenant, and Clara’s family’s hidden ties.So here’s the question for you, dear reader:👉 Do you believe the letter tells the whole truth — or could it be a trap, carefully crafted to manipulate Michael and Clara into a greater scheme?Think about it. Every word in that letter could be either a key… or a chain.Let’s see where your heart leans before we open the next chapter.
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