Chapter 248 - Two Hundred And Forty Eight

The grand house was unnervingly quiet.

The silence was a heavy blanket, amplifying the loneliness that had settled deep in Delia's bones since Eric had left. In her room, a single lantern cast a warm, golden circle of light on her desk, leaving the corners of the chamber in deep shadow. She held a pen in her hand, the tip hovering over a sheet of fine stationery.

She looked down at the words she had managed to write, her own handwriting looking like that of a stranger.

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