Antique Echoes, Living Prey

"The antique shop," Caspian reiterated, a sense of grim resolve hardening his features. "It's the next logical step. Giulina clearly had a connection to that place, and the presence of the doll there... it can't be a coincidence."

Gail nodded, her initial shock giving way to a steely determination. "Then we go. Now."

The thought of venturing back out into the darkness of the cemetery was unsettling, but the discovery of the photograph and the potential significance of the doll had ignited a new urgency within us. We had to follow this lead, no matter where it took us.

Caspian extinguished the flickering candle, plunging the small sanctuary into near darkness. A sliver of moonlight filtered through a crack in the wooden door, barely illuminating the strange artifacts that surrounded us. He retrieved the silver key and unlocked the door, the familiar creak echoing in the stillness.