The air shimmered as if the veil between two realms thinned. Emma Carter clutched Jack’s hand tightly, her fingers trembling with anticipation and fear. Around them, the dreamscape that had both entrapped and freed them began to ripple. The estate—so real, so haunting—cracked at its foundations, revealing slivers of golden light beneath. The whispering woods, the echoing halls, the faces of the forgotten—all began to fade.

They had done it. The final key had been turned, the curse ...