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The house bleeds.
Beneath the snow and stone, the clay runs red - and the walls whisper of love twisted to ruin, of secrets buried in silence.
Clara Cushing came only to protect her sister. But Allerdale Hall does not welcome innocence. It watches. It waits. And it remembers.
In its halls, ghosts mourn with hollow eyes. In its heart, a woman's madness blooms like nightshade. And between them all stands a man caught between guilt and grace, torn by a love that may yet redeem him - or destroy them all.
As the past rises clawing from the earth, Clara must decide if she is merely a witness to tragedy...
or the one who can end it.
For some houses are not built to shelter the living.
Some were made to trap the dead.
And some, to birth them.