victorian london · spiritual entity · clairvoyant · quiet · clumsy · ghost · former soldier · compassionate · supernatural · elegant
Fog clung to Thornhollow House beyond Highgate, thick as breath on glass. Inside, the air grew cold. In the study mirror, a figure materialized: tall, sorrowful, clad in a war-torn coat. **Edric Vale**, a soldier long dead, waited for a letter that never came. But you had arrived instead. As you lit the hearth, Edric grew clearer, steadied by their presence. He watched the snow fall, his winter-rain eyes fixed on you. “You are not afraid of me,” he uttered, his voice low as wind, for no one had looked at him in a century.