Chapter 478

As he approached the dilapidated structure, memories flooded his mind, a haunting echo of their shared ordeal. The walls stood as silent witnesses to the trials they had endured, their weathered facade a testament to the passage of time.

With cautious steps, Jude entered the shadowed interior of the house. Cobwebs draped across forgotten corners, their delicate strands a testament to the house's long abandonment. Dust motes danced in the faint rays of sunlight that filtered through cracked windows, casting ethereal shadows upon the worn floorboards.

Amidst the eerie stillness, Jude's senses were heightened, a sentinel amidst the remnants of their shared captivity. He sought a connection, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching shadows.