Chapter 54

The hallway leading to the old estate library stretched like a tunnel through time—dusty, silent, and thick with memories that didn’t belong to me. My footsteps echoed off the stone floors as I ran, guided by instinct, desperation, and the lingering whisper in my mind.

'Find my old book about potion and herbs.'

Isadora.

It was her voice, faint and fading, had pierced through the fog of panic just