Chapter 51: Arrival at Southbend

Two Days Later

Silver mist hung upon the edges of the hills, trailing the ground like ghostly veils. Gathered in séance, the skeletal trees cast long shadows across the earth, each like a grasping claw. A gray pallor had settled like grave dust upon the surrounding land, which ought to have green and summery.

Standing in the center of it all was Southbend Manor.

Looking at it, Vix thought it must have been the height of grandeur once. Now, no respectable person would go a mile near the place, not even to be buried in.

The glass had long since fallen from the windows, leaving them like gaping, lidless eyes staring in silent watch over the grounds around the house. The willow-purple walls had decayed beyond repair.

Yet the manor stood strong and sturdy upon the tallest misty hilltop. It stubbornly remained, imposing in the sheer existence of it, like an ancient obelisk that had refused to be stripped away by time and the elements.

Vix shuddered just to look at it.