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of unease. The grandeur of the high ceilings and ornate furnishing

poster bed that seemed to stretch up to the heavens. "You'll be staying

e past few hours. As Caleb turned to leave, I call

n the dim light. "You'll be staying

response. But before I could press him further

nce was oppressive, and I found myself straining

ike the soft chime of a clock. I f

stent. And then, I heard them. Whispers, fai

oice hissed. "She's

ate the source of the voices

She's the catalyst. Without her, he'll n

gitated, more menacing. But I refused to listen. I refused

just a mortal, trapped in the underworld. I had no b

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in grave danger. And

ispered to myself and wit