Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Eyes in the Ivy

Night had fallen heavy by the time they crossed the edge of the lower moor, the sky velvet-black, the air thick with dew and unseen things.

The carriage rocked slower now, the driver murmuring prayers under his breath. Trees loomed to either side of the path—twisted oak and yew, draped in moss and ...

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