Cursed Clouds ( one house series#1)

"Let the dead past bury its dead."
- A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

But for Wyuella Rhyss Vernales, the past never died.
It breathes in the corners of her memory, lurks behind every shadow, and whispers through her dreams like a ghost that refuses to fade.

She tried to live by that line once - to move forward, to bury what needed to be forgotten. But how do you bury something that claws its way out of the grave every night?
How do you silence screams that echo in your mind long after the world has gone quiet?

Every time she closes her eyes, she sees them - her parents, their faces pale with fear, the sound of breaking glass, the faint scent of smoke and blood.
She was only ten when the world burned before her eyes. And ever since, she has carried the ashes of that night inside her.

Now nineteen, Wyuella hides behind her laughter, her friends, her faith - pretending that the ghosts of her past no longer haunt her. But deep down, she knows better. The past doesn't die just because you want it to. It waits. It watches. It remembers.
by, it returns.

Because for Wyuella, the line "let the dead past bury its dead" was never a truth -
it was a lie she desperately wanted to believe.