Unforgiven Commands and the Widow's Web

GAEL'S POV

The final wooden crate thudded onto the dusty floor of our ancestral home in Crowley. Dust motes danced in the fading afternoon light, twisting through the stained-glass windows like tiny specters. Mildew and rotting wood hung thick in the air, masking the faint trace of old magic embedded in the stone walls. This was it. Our return from exile abroad was sealed in the desolate architec