Buried In Deception

case, a summons from a world Amelia Graves had long since abandoned. Her fingers hesitated before

el

have changed. Secrets are unburying themselves, and I suspect you'd want to be t

Blackwoo

n Sin

back to a past she'd spent years trying to outrun. The man who once stood as a reluctant heir to a

e bin, and let the ghosts of Blackwood Manor remain undisturbed. But Amelia had alway

, she pack

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with towering trees, their skeletal branches clawing at the night sky. The further she drove, the more the city l

the whispers at her back, the sharp glances from the Sinclair matriarc

alls, and windows so dark they looked like gaping mouths. The iron gates groaned as they opened

e called, snapping he

ed to se

im rather than the other way around. His dark hair was a little longer now, carelessly styled as if he couldn't be bothered to smooth

the corner of his m

d his gaze. "I'm a journalis

"Is that all this

uld it be?" s

ped closer, his presence unmistakable even in the

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casting dim golden light, dark wooden floors stretching into endless corrido

she muttered, her voice ech

ou always did have

yet uncovered. When they reached the study, Ethan pushed open the heavy oak doors,

ed, already reach

d her arms. "Just t

anyway, taking a slow sip before turning

't a qu

witched. "It was r

both know

ed sharpl

don't know, Amelia. Things my family has spent decades trying to bury.

pine. "You think someo

ightened. "I

avy and crackling with something unspoken. Then

ant from me?" she aske

moment before finally saying,

e should have turned around an

ay her past and Ethan Sinclair always led to disa

as how it

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