The Veil-Taker at the Umbral House: Part One
The rain had been chasing Lenora Finch all afternoon. By the time she reached the crooked lane to the Umbral House, the sky had collapsed into bruised clay and the hedges leaned as if the wind had been combing them raw. Inside, the air carried the patience of a church—and when the first knock came at 2:17 AM, it wasn’t the sound of a visitor.
