The Road of Ghosts

The path to House Valemore was lined with broken statues, their faces worn smooth by time until they were little more than vague contours, haunting silhouettes of a past once proud. Some had plinths with carved names or half-faded dates, but most offered no clues as to who they'd once commemorated. The moonlight glistened over them, illuminating cracks in the stone, as if these figures had endured lifetimes of sorrow waiting for someone to remember why they were placed here at all. It was oddly fitting—this road of ghosts leading us toward a place rumored to be at the center of history's distortion.