SPECIAL ### ELEVEN: ABIGAIL

In the dimly lit expanse of my bedroom, I meticulously completed the intricate summoning circle as the surrounding candles flickered.

The ancient symbols, drawn with a mixture of my blood and black ink, seemed to pulse with a life of their own. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. Ophelia had said something that disturbed my peace.

It could as well be the ramblings of a woman close to death. But I knew better than to dismiss things.

I spoke the incantation, ...