Nora And Dante

The grandfather clock in the dim hallway struck one o'clock in the morning, the heavy, resounding chimes echoing through the desolate silence of the Pine House. Nora sat rigidly on the edge of the living room sofa, her posture unyielding in the pristine white gown. When her phone suddenly vibrated against the glass coffee table, she flinched. The bright screen cut through the shadows, flashing May